Dinner and Dessert, A fox's tale
So, this is the first story I've written in nearly a decade. It does depict a transgender character who isn't out in everyday life, and can only be herself at home for the time being. I'm a little rusty, so any feedback would be much appreciated.
Corey is my own fursona, Skan is his own fursona.
Corey stood over the stove, his big floofy fox ears twitching subconsciously to the sweet jazz music playing from the speakers on the counter next to him. The sounds of cars passing by on the street below, surprisingly muffled, the soft clicking of his claws on the dark hardwood floors, and the occasional crackle of hot oil as he stirred his sautéing vegetables only a soft compliment to the music. Turning his head, he peered out the big display size windows of his loft apartment, the darkness broken up by the glow of city lights. As much as he might disdain living in the city, there was something ethereal about seeing the skyline illuminated by the light from windows, and the flashes of neon signs below that resonated with the normally rural loving fox. That moment of serene beauty interrupted from the beep of his watch, signaling that it was time to take the chicken from the oven to rest. With that out of the way, it was time to change, before plating up dinner for his soon to be arriving special guest.
15 minutes later, just as Corey finished plating the baked chicken atop a spread of sautéed veggies, drizzled in a homemade mango glaze, there was the knock he'd been expecting. He moved over to the door. Already, a blush was forming at the black tips of his pointy ears, over his cheeks, visible even beneath the auburn-orange fur that adorns his cheeks, and over the bridge of his muzzle. 'This is so silly', he thought to himself, taking a deep breath before turning first the deadbolt, then the normal handle lock. With a smile, he twisted the handle, time seeming to slow as his door swung inward, letting the harsh light of the hallway flood into her more dimly lit apartment. But it was worth it, seeing his long time friend, standing in the door. For what would almost be an awkward minute, Corey stood looking at his friend. Standing at 6'2", a life of swimming and other athletic activities had left him quite toned and trim. It also meant that he could slay any suit, and the one he was wearing was no exception. Shiny gray leather dress shoes, steely gray slacks, an orchid purple button up, left casually unbuttoned at the top two buttons, and the matching steel gray blazer jacket fit him perfectly.
"Good to see you, Ottie. Come on in." He invited after a moment, using the endearing familiar term. His voice was soft and delicate, filled with warmth and affection.
It took Skan a moment to respond. Seeing Corey standing on the other side of the door, wearing an elegant off shoulder, sparkling emerald green dress wasn't surprising to the otter. Rather, it was the way that sparkling emerald green seemed to make Corey's fur take on its own fiery shine; and the way the dress clung to his form, just below the shoulders- clavicles exposed, fitting tight along his sides down to the subtle taper of his waist, than flaring out over his more femininely flared hips, tightening back up just a little as it went down to the floor. Illuminated by the dim lighting of his apartment, and the bright light of the hallway, it made Corey's emerald eyes gleam like a gem, warmth radiating from them.
"Good to see you too, vix" He responded in a jovial tone, stepping past the fox he'd seen earlier in the day. Such a contrast to the gruff, and less feminine looking fox who'd showed up as his place of business to attend a building inspection. "Love the dress" He whispered, walking past, knowing Corey would hear it, and knowing that it would intensify that blush he found to be so beautiful in its earnest expression of his feelings. Or, as he knew Corey preferred, her feelings.
Skan watched Corey with an amused smile, taking in her surprisingly graceful movements as she fiddled in the kitchen, bringing over first the plated chicken, then two classes of a crisp semi-sweet white wine to pair with the mango sauce on the chicken, and two glasses of water. Settling in, illuminated by the flicker of real flame candles, the dim lighting of the apartment, and the glow of city skyline lights through the window created an almost other-worldly dining experience. At first, they ate, quiet, both hungry from long and stressful days, the sounds of knives and forks scraping against ceramic, and the quiet subtle sounds of chewing the only other sounds in the apartment.
"Ya know foxie, even after a decade, and knowing you're a firefighter, I'm still blown away by your cooking". Skan said, taking a sip of his wine, savoring the light, crisp refreshing sweetness.
"W...well...t...thank you" She stammered, knowing the blush in her eartips and on her cheeks was intensifying. Even after all this time, it's those simple compliments that make her blush the most. With a soft giggle, she regained her composure, eager to bring a blush to her otter's cheeks. So, as she stood to clear the dishes, she made sure to brush by, letting her long, fluffy tail gently caress under his chin, tailtip catching his nose as she stepped over to the sink counter. But it was about more than just a tease, the familiar, flirtatious interaction simple enough, but it was also a subtle brush of her scent over his nose. The cinnamon scent of her fur wash, mixing with the inescapable slight smoky smell, reminiscent of a good campfire. Those scents mixed together, in a sweet and smoky scent, only just subtly masking the other scent, the scent of lust and desire, just bubbling beneath the surface.
The flirting was subtle and familiar, a choreographed dance between two friends, two lovers, really. A subtle glance over her shoulder, watching the subtle eyes widening, and the scrunching of a sniffing nose telling her all she needed to know. The soft splash of running water masked Skan as he stood, slipping behind the pretty vixen before him, giving him time to gently rest both paws on her hips.
"Such a tease, naughty girl" He whispered as he gently nuzzled the base of her left ear, adding a soft lick to the shell. It was enough to send a tremor down her spine, eliciting a gasp from his precious fox. If she could tease, so could he. Claws tickled gently at her hips, squeezing her shapely hips in his paws, drawing a soft, intimate little moan from her lips. Still, as much as teasing Corey would be fun, there would be time for that later.
From jazz, to a more robust Spanish tango, the atmosphere changed just as quickly. The sounds of the city, the glow of lights fading from the world as they danced. Corey's intense emerald green eyes peering into the softer, but just as intense baby blue of Skan's, their bodies moving to the fiery music. Each step perfectly synchronous, a perfectly choreographed battle as they moved. The click of dress shoes, the rustle of fabric blending into the music, leaving their world focused on each other. Apart, then together, a clash of bodies, time fading from mind. It's only at the end, as Corey feigns the fall, Skan grabbing at the last minute, arm on her back and side, lifting her, as her leg rides up along his own side, Skan's body bent low enough to press his muzzle into Corey's chest; it is only then that time returns, the music fading softly into the background. But that's irrelevant now. It was a single dance, and there were supposed to be several songs this evening to dance to, but that no longer mattered. Pressed close, Skan could feel Corey's breathing, sides huffing from the vigorous movements of the dance, her breath huffed moist and warm against the top of his head, while her paws clutched at his shoulders. The heat of dancing had made her scent rise, the smoky scent growing stronger, mixing more with the cinnamon, as well as with her own slightly spicy musk. It's an intoxicating cocktail for sure, though for her, she was lost in the scent of her otter. His scent rich and luxurious, almost silky in her nostrils, warm and woody, the softest hints of leather in there. Scents so rich, it almost made her drunk and the potent aroma of hot otter, a shuddery little gasp escaping her as Skan helped her to stand up properly once more.
Between them, the tension was growing, drawing back like the drawstring of a longbow. She couldn't wait, and he couldn't either. Muscles twitched, and before she could react, Skan had Corey in his arms, tucked to his chest bridal style. The 12 stairs leading from the floor up to the bedroom platform ascended in record time. At the top, shoes were removed, Skan's jacket shed. One of Corey's paws found Skan's chest, slowly fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Her other paw reaching up to slide the suspenders that had been hidden by his jacket over his arms, leaving them dangling down at his sides.
With his arms free, he went first to Corey's cheeks, stroking his thumbs delicately over her cheekbones, using his grip to tilt her muzzle up, just a smidge so he could trap her in a deep, intimate kiss. Such an intimate little gesture, elicited the softest, most intimate of moans from her muzzle. With her muzzle now trapped against his, it freed his paws to move to their other prize, her rump. But his paws didn't just rush there. Instead, he let his strong paws wander down her neck, over her shoulders, feeling the transition from fur to cotton. Down from her shoulders, over Corey's sides, appreciating that he could wrap his paws there and squeeze, feeling the hardened, toned muscles beneath fabric and fur respond with little tremors against his paws. Hearing Corey's huffs and moans was always nice, but it's a great reward to feel just how her body responded to his touch. Moving down her sides, his paws found those hips. Here, he didn't just caress; instead opting to let his paws bask in the feel of those hips against his paws. Slowly, his fingers dug in, subtly squeezing harder to draw out Corey's heated whine into his muzzle. Only when he couldn't squeeze any harder, and he could feel her squirming, dancing atop her toes did he ease up.
The whole world faded from Corey's mind, her only focus the otter muzzle her lips were pressed to. No matter where Skan was touching, her body was pins and needles, the best kind of electric tingle. Each second he spent roaming his paws over her body drawing that bowstring back, increasing the tension even more, almost painstakingly slow, in the best way possible.
When Skan's paws found her hips, she couldn't control the heated whine into his muzzle. Each little incremental increase in pressure on her hips helped tip that whine into a heated, needy moan, and then into a long, breathless groan. Pressed so close to Skan's chest, she could feel his heart beating against her chest, feel the increase in his heartbeat. It was enough to bring a heated blush to her cheeks.
Hearing those intimate little whines, moans, and groans was already wonderful; but being able to muffle those moans with his own muzzle, made them all the better. Almost greedily, his paws slipped down now, trailing over her hips down to that backside. The fabric taut against that well toned and pert backside. His fingertips pressed, feeling the soft pillow-like rump cheeks, and the firm muscles beneath, giving him quite the comfy, secure hold on his vixen's backside. He held his paws there for a moment, enjoying the way Corey inhaled sharply, pressing her chest to his own, perking that lovely little foxbutt against his paws. With that rump perked and her spine drawn into that arch, he was able to slip his paws a little lower over her rump, finding that little space where rump and thigh join, tickling his fingertips in that little space. The moan this drew from Corey's lips, so heated, so whiny, so needy. So much so, even having his muzzle smooshed to hers couldn't muffle the sound, only making him all the more excited.
It was no accident that Corey responded the way she did. Even in the state of need she was in, she knew how to get her otter to touch just where she wanted. Paws on the rump always feel nice, but feeling his fingertips curl into that space where her butt and thighs come together is a special sort of naughty. It makes her hips perk up, and press that plush little ass of hers into Skan's paws. That big floofy tail perked up along her back, a subtle, unspoken invitation to let his paws properly claim their spot on her backside. Her own paws shift now that she's got Skan's shirt undone, slipping around his front, to those nice firm pectorals. Her paws rest there, pinned between her chest and his own. She paws gently at his chest, running fingertips and claws through the thick warm fur, pressing into the strong muscles beneath.
Skan growled into Corey's muzzle, a possessive, dominant hunger coursing through him as he dug his fingertips hard into that plush foxbutt in his paws. The growl that escaped his muzzle sent a tangible shudder throughout Corey's body, and he could feel both of their restraint failing. Overcome with his need to breed his vixen, and the incredible heat radiating her need to be bred, he pounced. In one smooth motion, they went from standing, locked in such a heated kiss, to the bed. Corey was beneath him, on her back, peering up, huffing and moaning heatedly as Skan broke the kiss.
"A...are you ready, p...pretty girl?" His voice cracked, mixed between his soft affection, and the predatory hunger bubbling up more intensely with each passing second. It's more a formality, a verbalization of the need between them both. Even as he spoke, Skan's paws were fumbling beneath Corey, working to ease her tail out of the specially designed slot. That little extra play in fabric was all he needed. Standing up just a bit, he managed to roll the fabric of her dress up, stopping just above the hip, leaving her bottom half exposed. He'd expected to find panties, but instead, the glow of soft, snowy white of her inner thigh fur, blending with the auburn of her outer thighs was all he'd find.
Corey could feel Skan's eyes on her, looking over the exposed fur, the lack of her panties. Somewhere in her brain, she worried it might come across as slutty, or too needy. Judging by the little heated groan from Skan's lips, she needn't worry though. Reassured, she resolved to put herself on proper display for her otter. Taking advantage of her flexibility, she raised her legs, bringing her knees towards her chest, spreading her legs, rolling onto her shoulders just the tiniest bit. This made her tail hang over the side of the bed, flashing that taught pink little ring of flesh, nestled in a sea of white fur, her sac , fur parted by a line of thin pink plastic running up to a ring, and also up to the snug little cage securing her sheath, leaving no doubt about how Corey preferred to take her pleasure. All at once, she was horny, needy, wanty, mixed with shy and self consciousness. Even after all this time, there was something exhilarating and vulnerable about presenting to her otter. What she hadn't expected, was Skan's reaction.
It'd be so easy to just mount Corey, and there was a large part of him that wanted to do just that. But a larger part still had another idea. Without a word, he dropped to his knees at the side of the bed, pressing his cool nose just under her sac. It allowed him to indulge in not only in a more intense cloud of her musk, spicier and more floral, the smoke more subtly, less campfire and more good pipe tobacco; but also listen to the surprised gasp, and the hitch in her breath. Practiced paws found their way to her inner thighs, claws extending to rake through the soft fur and tickle the sensitive flesh beneath. Skan's tongue dipped out, dragging a single, slow lick over that snug little ring of flesh. Above all, there was something he craved, even in his dominant lust. And he'd earned it.
Corey had been expecting Skan to expose himself, to mount her. After all, their hunger, the tension between them was palpable by this point. So, when instead, there was a blast of warm, moist breath between her legs, and then the low slow drag of tongue over her tailhole, it nearly made her body break in half. Spine arching, legs pinned to her chest, her breath started as a gasp, melting into a needy little bark and whine, making her hips writhe. It took all her effort not to writhe away. With a soft huff, her bushy tail curled, brushing against Skan's cheek, against the back of his head. It was a delicate caress, soft and encouraging, letting him know just how much his vixen appreciated the unexpected attention.
For all of the pleasing things in the world, hearing his vixen offer such a pure bark and whine of need and pleasure was damn near the top. Fingertips brushed from the inside of her hip, all the way down to her knees, digging the claws in even more, perking his little paddle like ears to catch every sweet little keen and whine of pleasure from his fox. Another slow drag of his tongue, this time taking his time to swirl over that snug little ring, adding a little pressure, making the muscular passage twitch in anticipation of penetration. But he wouldn't, not yet. Instead, his tongue traced in small circles around the outer edge of her little ring, his claw tips moving to press against the cluster of nerves under the base of her tail, another of her delightful little touch spots.
Every little touch adding just another layer of tension, Corey's body began to writhe and squirm in earnest. That slender muzzle parting to sing the sweet praises of her otter, via a stream of heated whimpers and moans of pleasure. At least, until she felt the combination of tongue pressing against her tailhole, and the brush of claws against the bundle of nerves at the base of her tail. Her eyes went wide, body shuddering as she released a nearly ear shattering scream, that eventually melted into a long, mute groan of pleasure, emptying her lungs entirely. It was only then, her otter let up, giving her a chance to catch her breath.
"P...please, Ottie! P....p...please! I....I ca...I can't take anymore. M....b...breed me?!" Corey half begged, half commanded, shuddering as she still struggled to catch her breath.
Skan had meant to keep going, to keep teasing his poor little fox, but the urgency in her voice, and his own burning need was making that difficult. It was only maybe five or six seconds, but for them both, it was eternity. Together, they teetered in that short eternity, balanced precariously perched on the edge of their limits.
"With pleasure" Skan replied. It was less words, and more a gruttal, dominant growl with word sounding noises mixed in.
Between them, every last ounce of self restraint melted away. Skan managed to slide his steel hard shaft free of his pants, glistening in the dim lighting of the apartment. Under normal circumstances, he'd take it nice and slow, savoring the sensation of sinking into his eager, willing fox. But not tonight. Instead, he positioned himself, lining up his steel hard length under Corey's tail, pressing it firmly against that snug little entrance. Pre oozed from his tip, smearing over the bare pink flesh. There was a soft shudder, a growl, and then Skan gave into his feral lust. There was no slow push, no gradual adjustment. From tip to hilt, he buried himself in his precious fox in one smooth, deep drive. The change was drastic. From outside, exposed to the cool air of the apartment, to enveloped in the hot, silky grip of foxbutt. Around his shaft, the silky muscles of Corey's backside squeezed and pulsed in a massaging tug, as if begging Skan to stay nestled under her tail.
What little breath Corey had managed to recover was soon lost again as her muzzle parted, sagging open to let out a wavering, high pitched squeal of pleasure as her otter took his rightful place under her tail. Even after a decade, feeling that thick ottercock stretching her tailring was heavenly. It helped ease a little bit of the tension, but where she was expecting him to let her adjust, she was in for another surprise. Instead of getting a chance to adjust to just how thick her otter is, he was already drawing his hips back, sawing the sleek flesh of his cock against all of her sensitive pleasure spots. It was maddening, her arms releasing their grip on her legs, so she could hook her legs over his shoulders, giving him something to generate leverage against.
His paws reached for her headboard, using the fact that Corey was effectively bent in half and pinned between himself, the bed, and the headboard. There was no hesitation, or any need for it as his hips drew back, then slid forward. Already, his pleasure was building as her snug ring clenched around him as he drew back, inner muscles clenching and squeezing, pulsing firmly with the beat of her heart. Such a naughty, intimate massage to his pride only further encouraging him to keep his pace slow and firm.
Emerald eyes peered up at her otter, intently taking in every detail of his face. The way his hair spilled down, the look of possessive pleasure in his own eyes mixed with genuine love and affection. She couldn't look away, even as that slow, firm stroking beneath her tail made her writhe and wiggle, thankful to be trapped so effectively. Each stroke eliciting a soft whimper, a huff, a moan, basking in the feeling of being bred by her otter, body squeezing around him, working to milk that sleek otter shaft and earn her desired treat. Using her paws to brace, as much as she could, she flexed and worked her hips back, encouraging her otter to continue to pump his thick cock in and out of that hot, willing passage as it only began to squeeze around him even more.
Every fiber of his being wanted to stay here an eternity, pumping slow and firm past that snug ring into the squeezing hot depths of his vixen. Still, he knew that it was growing harder to fight his building climax as his willing fox squeezed around him. Without realizing it, a toothy grin formed on his muzzle. Shoulders pressed into the legs hooked around his shoulders, paws leaving the headboard to find Corey's hips. There, he latched on, pulling his vixen against him, snuggling that plush foxbutt into his lap with each and every stroke, aiming to make sure that now, every press forward or draw back made his throbbing pride press atop her poor pleasure button relentlessly.
Strong paws finding her hips elicited a sweet, needy, slightly hoarse groan from her. With Skan pulling on her hips now, she couldn't take much more. Noises that had initially been quiet and intimate became unbridled and unrestrained in the heat of her passion, their shared need. Each breath becoming gasp-y, each drive forwarded making her muzzle sag open with deliciously hot little barking moans of pleasure. She knew her own orgasm approached fast, body tensing as the pleasure built up, making her vice around Skan's pumping length.
At this point, he had no choice but to give in to the desires of his vixen, his own lust, and his body's need. A deep, throaty growl escaped him, clawtips sinking hard into his vixen's hips. Furious fervor overtook him, hips hammering away at Corey's backside, drinking up those sweet, sweet noises of vulpine pleasure. By now, his hips driving so hard and fast, his sac was swinging and spanking against the root of Corey's tail, cock throbbing against her squeezing inner walls with desperate need. Still, he fought his orgasm, just a moment longer.
Corey's brain had stopped working at this point. Muzzle sagged open in one nearly continuous whining moan of pleasure. With her otter breeding her so firmly now, and the smack of his sac against the cluster of nerves at the base of her tail, her restraint failed. It wasn't so much a scream, as it was a sudden, tensed exhale of breath as she came, melting into a long moan as little spurts of cum dribbled easily from her cage and down onto her tummy and the fabric of her pretty dress. Her whole body writhed and wiggled from the intensity of her orgasm, inadvertently snuggling her plush foxbutt right into Skan's lap as her body locked around his length.
Skan had his prize now. Assuring his vixen had cum, ensured her passage would tense up and be unrelenting as it squeezed around him. From here, it was only a matter of two or three strokes before he lost his battle against orgasming as well. With a happy growl, he drove his hips one last time, before pumping his thick otterseed deep into his willing fox lover. At first, this stopped him, just basking in the squeezing warmth of her body while he emptied his pent up seed, pent up desire into her. After what would feel like an eternity, his hips moved, rocking slow and gentle, ensuring he deposited every last drop of semen he had inside his vixen.
When he was sure the last of his seed had pumped dry, and the last squeezes of her orgasm faded, he eased his shoulders back, releasing her hips so he could slide her legs down from his shoulders around his sides. His arms scooped under her, lifting her up as she stood, leaving her snuggled around his cock as he turned to lay in bed with her atop of him. Normally, he'd tease her, offer a second round; but today he knew what the both really wanted and needed. With some fussing from Corey, he managed to spin her around in his lap, only easing her about half way off his length. With her now facing away from him, he was able to pull her back, laying her flat atop his chest, before rolling onto his side, spooning her nice and close.
"T...thank you, luv" Corey's soft voice whispered, a gentle coo as one paw reached for his own, draping it over her chest. Fingers interlocking, she gave his paw a small squeeze.
"Shhh luv, my precious vix. Let's just enjoy this moment together. Rest safe in my arms" He managed to offer back to her between a big yawn.
Without another word, she snuggled back into his lap one last time, yawning softly as she drifted off to sleep in Skan's arm, squeezing his paw as she did. Skan following soon after, tucking his muzzle into her hair, basking in that sweet vixen scent as he drifted comfortable to sleep, the perfect cap to a long, and stressful day.
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