{"sf1_id":17749,"sf2_id":"nJE79E7m","title":"'Twas a Night Full of Yiffing","author":"Whyte Yote","words":1884,"posted_at":"2007-01-21T23:11:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Dancing","Fox","M/M","Oral","Rhyme","Seduction","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/17749-twas-a-night-full-of-yiffing","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/nJE79E7m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/87/8e/878e502e-3666-40fd-b116-4363a65ac064","description":"","content":"Author's Note: the following is a work of furry poetry. It is fiction, and any resemblance to foxes or wolves, either living, dead or whatever is purely coincidental. It may contain acts of sex between males, sex between different species, and flagrant misuse of rhyme scheme. If you're not into such Shakespearean flights of fancy, beat it. Otherwise, just read and enjoy my foray into erotic poetry.  \n  \nFEEDBACK always welcome to: [[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  \nVOTE, PLEASE!  \n  \n  \n'Twas a Night Full of Yiffing ©MMVII Whyte Yoté  \n  \n  \nThe fox had been waiting  \nAll week for this night,  \nHe'd been working himself up  \nIn hopes that he might  \n  \nCome home with a guy  \nFrom the local gay bar  \nWho wanted to bone him  \nAnd didn't live far  \n  \nOur vulpine preferred  \nTo walk rather than drive,  \nAnd he had not a car  \nFor his day nine-to-five  \n  \nSo the Florsheims it was  \nHis best dancing shoes  \nThe first things of notice  \nWhen starting to schmooze  \n  \nAre your footpaws of course  \nAre they covered or no  \nDo they flatter your figure?  \nExpose ugly toes?  \n  \nBut the foxy we see  \nHe has just the right shape  \nAnd so sockless he goes  \nTo make boys stare agape  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The rest of the outfit  \nAssembles like glue  \nFishnet top, leather pants,  \nBuilt on those sexy shoes  \n  \nCologne can be sweet  \nOr much too overpowering  \nOne whiff of the stuff  \nAny wolf would run, cowering  \n  \nFar away from the fox,  \nSo he forgoes tonight  \nWearing natural musk  \nImpossible to fight  \n  \nAny dog worth his salt  \nWould not fail to approach  \nSuch a sweet-looking fox  \nAnd not seem to encroach  \n  \nUpon personal space  \nOne would have to assume  \nBy the way this boy dances  \nEnd to end in the room  \n  \nHe is certainly pegged  \nBy some master or other,  \nBut no collar or leash  \nDo his fluffy neck bother  \n  \nHe must be sixteen  \nBut how did he pass  \nBy the bulldog outside  \nHave you looked at his ass?  \n  \nOnly ten times or more  \nIn the last thirty seconds  \nThat tailflap is loose  \nSo much so that it beckons  \n  \nThe first set of paws  \nTo do a good deed  \nAnd fasten it up  \nHelp a poor fox in need  \n  \nOne wolf is the bravest  \nHe crosses the floor  \nNot the least bit the shy one  \nA paw reaches for  \n  \nThat loose button of bone  \nJust above that full tail  \nAnd our fox turns to face him  \nScents nothing but male  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A smiling grey snout  \nFlashing fangs in the dark  \nThis wolf does not know that  \nHe's lit up a spark  \n  \nOf seduction down deep  \nIn our cute fox's soul  \nThe lupine is just perfect  \nFor filling the goal  \n  \n\"May I?\" Timid, he asks,  \nTrying not to seem pushy  \nThe fox tail goes left  \nIts fur well-groomed and cushy  \n  \nMaking quick work  \nOf the flap, moving on  \nTo the front of the fox  \nWho thanks him, and yawns  \n  \nAnd is licked by the wolf  \nNow more forward than ever  \nHaving taken a chance  \nThinking himself quite clever  \n  \nThe fox, startled, steps back  \nHis neck poofed all to hell  \nHis tail, thrice its size,  \nGains a few stares as well  \n  \nBut the dance floor continues  \nAs loud as before  \nAnd the lupine, hot-blushing,  \nSays, \"Head for the door?\"  \n  \nThe fox nods, does his best  \nTo unpuff his composure  \nAs they exit right by  \nAll the gay-boy brochures  \n  \n\"I liked how you danced,\"  \nSays the wolf to the fox  \n\"I don't get out that much,  \ndon't like twinks and the jocks.\"  \n  \nSmiling now, pleased as punch  \nThe vulpine won't say  \nHe's a self-proclaimed twink  \nFairly gayer than gay  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But for this wolf, tonight  \nHe can put on the mask  \nOf whatever it takes  \nTo perform his fave task  \n  \nTurn a corner, the dark  \nOf an alley nearby  \n\"Did my tail feel that nice?\"  \nTo this hunk of a guy  \n  \nWho replies with a stroke  \n'Long its luxury length  \nSending all kinds of chills  \nSapping our fox's strength  \n  \nAnd diverting it to  \nThe most obvious place  \nThe blood rushes on  \nTo his sheath, not his face  \n  \nAnd the wolf does not hide  \nHis own half-erection  \nThey're now front-to-front  \nAnd fangs nibble affection  \n  \nHis back 'gainst the wall,  \nThe fox whimpers assention  \nThe wolf takes the hint  \nDoesn't bother to mention  \n  \nA condom, protection  \nNot any of that  \nFor they both are quite happy  \nTo do things bareback  \n  \nIt's much simpler that way  \nNo awkward fumbling 'round  \nDeep in pockets or wallets  \nWhile your cock goes down  \n  \nSo then off come the pants  \nOf both parties, revealing  \nTwo hard canine boners  \nWolf smiling, fox squealing  \n  \nIn horny delight  \nAs the wolf he descends  \nTo kneel on one knee  \nHis long tongue never ends  \n  \nAs he pushes it out  \nJust enough to the tip  \nOf our poor fox's cock  \nSees the pre, takes a sip  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And is met with a salty-sweet  \nTreat to his palate  \nSuch complexity  \nHe knows just what to call it:  \n  \n\"Delicious,\" he murrs  \nAnd goes down a mite further  \nRight up to the knot  \n\"'Pologize for the girth, rrrrr...\"  \n  \nBut size doesn't matter  \nTo this lustful dog  \nHe makes use of the smaller  \nOne's cock, eyes agog  \n  \nAt the throbbing of blood  \nDeep within the small member  \nSo powerful for  \nSuch a compact, cute slender  \n  \nFox cock, and it seems  \nTo be just the right size  \nFor some deep-throating action  \nNot gagging, he tries  \n  \nFor the knot, and almost  \nHe can get it all in  \nIf it weren't for his reflex  \nThe shaft is so thin and  \n  \nSo wonderfully shaped  \nAnd the wolf bites the bullet  \nStacks all of his chips  \nSlides the thing down his gullet  \n  \nNow gasping, now panting  \nNow yipping with joy  \nFor our fox knows he has  \nDone just right by this boy  \n  \nIt is just what he wanted  \nHe's made the right choice  \nAnd he would tell the wolf  \nShould he regain his voice  \n  \nBut his balls are quite busy  \nWork harder than hard  \nMuch obliged to the wolfie  \nWho pleases his ward  \n  \nWith rapt care and close mind  \nTo his near-spurting cock  \nJust a few seconds more  \nA mere tick of the tock  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And the good deed is done  \nOur fox barely gives warning  \nStarts flooding the wolf  \nAnd the smile that was forming  \n  \nUpon his pursed lips  \nNow it turns to an \"O\"  \nOf surprise, and then duty  \nAs he takes up the flow  \n  \nOf thick foxseed, hot, creamy  \nSlides into his tummy  \nWhat a good boy he's being  \nWell, no doubt, this guy's yummy  \n  \nAs soon as it started  \nThe vulpine has finished  \nHis cock is deflating  \nHis climax diminished  \n  \nThe wolf stands up now  \nFrom his subby position  \nAnd bends in quite close  \nSo the tired fox can listen:  \n  \n\"My friend, so it seems  \nYou have busted your nut  \nSo now what about mine?  \nYou have such a cute butt.\"  \n  \nAnd although he is drained  \nIn his post-cumming glow  \nThe russet-furred sheath  \nIt has heard, and it knows  \n  \nWhat it wants more than oral  \nA gift from behind  \nA second opportunity  \nFrom the lupine  \n  \nFor another great mating  \nA different way  \nTo engage in gay sex  \nWith this wuffie today  \n  \nAs his head is tied tightly  \nDirect to his cock  \nThe fox nods and his tail  \nGoes up curled like a sock  \n  \nTo give room for the wolf  \nWho now unzips his pants  \nAnd pulls out his hard urgency  \nSharp as a lance  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Its respectable size  \nTops at seven point five  \nAdequate for a wolf  \nSo the fox will survive  \n  \nMore or less full intact  \nAfter thoroughly plowed  \nSo it's up to the wall  \nHe goes...ears and head bowed  \n  \n\"Be gentle,\" he says  \nThough he's done this before  \nBut not in a while  \nSo he's bound to be sore  \n  \nNo matter how big  \nAnd no matter how thick  \nThis wuffie, when he knots  \nBetter be more than slick  \n  \nBecause yiffing in public  \nTaboo and arousing  \nCan land you in jail  \nAnd a new type of housing  \n  \nThe men you find there  \nWho plunder your booty  \nDon't much care for gentle  \nIf \"bitch\" does his duty  \n  \nThey make it a point  \nTo stifle their moans  \nAs the wolf meets the fox  \nLip-locking kills their tones  \n  \nAnd the probing begins  \nFirst searching, then urging  \nTill the foxhole gives way  \nTo incessant cock-searching  \n  \nPinned against the wall  \nCold hard bricks on his back  \nOur dear vulpine, he spreads  \nLegs wide, fondles his sac  \n  \nAnd then that of the wolf  \nWho gets into a rhythm  \nHis back arches in  \nTo rid wuffballs of jism  \n  \nIt starts working, as sex  \nIs oft wont to do  \nFor the typical end  \nEnds up covered in spoo  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And two eager canids  \nAre approaching the end  \nWith erections abounding  \nA climax to tend  \n  \nOur dear wolf, he knows well  \nTo not tie with the fox  \nFor the alley is sure patrolled  \nBy rent-a-cops  \n  \nWho are sworn to protect  \nThe public from wrong  \nThough it's hardly offending  \nTo see a wolf dong  \n  \nBeing inserted now, rather  \nZealous, I'd say  \nUp the rear of a vulpine  \nWho's glad that he's gay  \n  \nAnd a part of this moment  \nGoing out was the best  \nTo occupy his time  \nWith a wolf as his guest  \n  \nWho has proven effective  \nIn sexual matters  \nThat knot pounding  \nHis insides to bloody tatters  \n  \nIt feels so damn good!  \nAnd the wolf hunches over  \nHis balls tighten faster  \nRight paw moves to cover  \n  \nTheir collective heat  \nFrom the rest of the world  \nWhile inside his boots  \nThe lupine's grey toes curl  \n  \nHe empties all his seed  \nIn a tight, willing ass  \nIn the shadows of alleys  \nKinky, but with class  \n  \nAnd grace, with modesty  \nUnknown to his kind  \nHe is quiet and murmurs  \nSweet nothings refined  \n  \nIn a voice so low, gentle  \nLike their clandestine coupling  \nThe size of his load  \nIt enlarges, size doubling  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He's waited for this  \nThe whole entire day  \nFinishing with a fox  \nWho's a wonderful lay  \n  \nIs a gay cruiser custom  \nTake advantage of those  \nWho are smaller than you  \nBy taking off their clothes  \n  \nSo his thrusts become slower  \nAnd the flow starts to wane  \nThe sky opens, light flashing  \nUshering in the rain  \n  \nDisconnecting, they pull  \nUp their soaking-wet garments  \nAnd shiver in the dark  \nWhen food reaches the varmints.  \n  \n\"Do you smell that?\" our fox  \nHe asks, hungry as well.  \nDown the street there's a Krispy Kreme  \nDoughnuts to sell  \n  \nThe cops are all hunkered down  \nOver their mugs  \nOur canids aren't that far  \nFrom looking like thugs  \n  \nSo the fox, in his boyish tone  \nPets the wolf's neck  \nAnd asks, \"Your place or mine?\"  \nGives his nosepad a peck  \n  \n\"Well, you choose,\" says the wolf  \nWhom the vulpine obeys  \nTurns swiftly on his heels  \nThey begin through the maze  \n  \nOf concrete and steel  \nOn this cold, lonely night  \nFor these two lusty dogs  \nThe stars seem to shine bright  \n  \nIf only for a moment  \nWhile plowing a hole  \nIt's still more than nothing  \nTells you you have a soul  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Deep down in there somewhere  \n'Neath flesh, fur and bone  \nIf you think with your cock  \nThen you're not alone  \n  \nBecause out there there's someone  \nWho thinks like you do  \nSo go find your own fox  \nHe's been waiting for you...  \n  \n  \nFIN  \n12/31/06-1/13/07  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}