# 'Twas a Night Full of Yiffing

Author: Whyte Yote
Tags: Anal, Dancing, Fox, M/M, Oral, Rhyme, Seduction, Wolf

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.  
  
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'Twas a Night Full of Yiffing ©MMVII Whyte Yoté  
  
  
The fox had been waiting  
All week for this night,  
He'd been working himself up  
In hopes that he might  
  
Come home with a guy  
From the local gay bar  
Who wanted to bone him  
And didn't live far  
  
Our vulpine preferred  
To walk rather than drive,  
And he had not a car  
For his day nine-to-five  
  
So the Florsheims it was  
His best dancing shoes  
The first things of notice  
When starting to schmooze  
  
Are your footpaws of course  
Are they covered or no  
Do they flatter your figure?  
Expose ugly toes?  
  
But the foxy we see  
He has just the right shape  
And so sockless he goes  
To make boys stare agape  
  

  The rest of the outfit  
Assembles like glue  
Fishnet top, leather pants,  
Built on those sexy shoes  
  
Cologne can be sweet  
Or much too overpowering  
One whiff of the stuff  
Any wolf would run, cowering  
  
Far away from the fox,  
So he forgoes tonight  
Wearing natural musk  
Impossible to fight  
  
Any dog worth his salt  
Would not fail to approach  
Such a sweet-looking fox  
And not seem to encroach  
  
Upon personal space  
One would have to assume  
By the way this boy dances  
End to end in the room  
  
He is certainly pegged  
By some master or other,  
But no collar or leash  
Do his fluffy neck bother  
  
He must be sixteen  
But how did he pass  
By the bulldog outside  
Have you looked at his ass?  
  
Only ten times or more  
In the last thirty seconds  
That tailflap is loose  
So much so that it beckons  
  
The first set of paws  
To do a good deed  
And fasten it up  
Help a poor fox in need  
  
One wolf is the bravest  
He crosses the floor  
Not the least bit the shy one  
A paw reaches for  
  
That loose button of bone  
Just above that full tail  
And our fox turns to face him  
Scents nothing but male  
  

  A smiling grey snout  
Flashing fangs in the dark  
This wolf does not know that  
He's lit up a spark  
  
Of seduction down deep  
In our cute fox's soul  
The lupine is just perfect  
For filling the goal  
  
"May I?" Timid, he asks,  
Trying not to seem pushy  
The fox tail goes left  
Its fur well-groomed and cushy  
  
Making quick work  
Of the flap, moving on  
To the front of the fox  
Who thanks him, and yawns  
  
And is licked by the wolf  
Now more forward than ever  
Having taken a chance  
Thinking himself quite clever  
  
The fox, startled, steps back  
His neck poofed all to hell  
His tail, thrice its size,  
Gains a few stares as well  
  
But the dance floor continues  
As loud as before  
And the lupine, hot-blushing,  
Says, "Head for the door?"  
  
The fox nods, does his best  
To unpuff his composure  
As they exit right by  
All the gay-boy brochures  
  
"I liked how you danced,"  
Says the wolf to the fox  
"I don't get out that much,  
don't like twinks and the jocks."  
  
Smiling now, pleased as punch  
The vulpine won't say  
He's a self-proclaimed twink  
Fairly gayer than gay  
  

  But for this wolf, tonight  
He can put on the mask  
Of whatever it takes  
To perform his fave task  
  
Turn a corner, the dark  
Of an alley nearby  
"Did my tail feel that nice?"  
To this hunk of a guy  
  
Who replies with a stroke  
'Long its luxury length  
Sending all kinds of chills  
Sapping our fox's strength  
  
And diverting it to  
The most obvious place  
The blood rushes on  
To his sheath, not his face  
  
And the wolf does not hide  
His own half-erection  
They're now front-to-front  
And fangs nibble affection  
  
His back 'gainst the wall,  
The fox whimpers assention  
The wolf takes the hint  
Doesn't bother to mention  
  
A condom, protection  
Not any of that  
For they both are quite happy  
To do things bareback  
  
It's much simpler that way  
No awkward fumbling 'round  
Deep in pockets or wallets  
While your cock goes down  
  
So then off come the pants  
Of both parties, revealing  
Two hard canine boners  
Wolf smiling, fox squealing  
  
In horny delight  
As the wolf he descends  
To kneel on one knee  
His long tongue never ends  
  
As he pushes it out  
Just enough to the tip  
Of our poor fox's cock  
Sees the pre, takes a sip  
  

  And is met with a salty-sweet  
Treat to his palate  
Such complexity  
He knows just what to call it:  
  
"Delicious," he murrs  
And goes down a mite further  
Right up to the knot  
"'Pologize for the girth, rrrrr..."  
  
But size doesn't matter  
To this lustful dog  
He makes use of the smaller  
One's cock, eyes agog  
  
At the throbbing of blood  
Deep within the small member  
So powerful for  
Such a compact, cute slender  
  
Fox cock, and it seems  
To be just the right size  
For some deep-throating action  
Not gagging, he tries  
  
For the knot, and almost  
He can get it all in  
If it weren't for his reflex  
The shaft is so thin and  
  
So wonderfully shaped  
And the wolf bites the bullet  
Stacks all of his chips  
Slides the thing down his gullet  
  
Now gasping, now panting  
Now yipping with joy  
For our fox knows he has  
Done just right by this boy  
  
It is just what he wanted  
He's made the right choice  
And he would tell the wolf  
Should he regain his voice  
  
But his balls are quite busy  
Work harder than hard  
Much obliged to the wolfie  
Who pleases his ward  
  
With rapt care and close mind  
To his near-spurting cock  
Just a few seconds more  
A mere tick of the tock  
  

  And the good deed is done  
Our fox barely gives warning  
Starts flooding the wolf  
And the smile that was forming  
  
Upon his pursed lips  
Now it turns to an "O"  
Of surprise, and then duty  
As he takes up the flow  
  
Of thick foxseed, hot, creamy  
Slides into his tummy  
What a good boy he's being  
Well, no doubt, this guy's yummy  
  
As soon as it started  
The vulpine has finished  
His cock is deflating  
His climax diminished  
  
The wolf stands up now  
From his subby position  
And bends in quite close  
So the tired fox can listen:  
  
"My friend, so it seems  
You have busted your nut  
So now what about mine?  
You have such a cute butt."  
  
And although he is drained  
In his post-cumming glow  
The russet-furred sheath  
It has heard, and it knows  
  
What it wants more than oral  
A gift from behind  
A second opportunity  
From the lupine  
  
For another great mating  
A different way  
To engage in gay sex  
With this wuffie today  
  
As his head is tied tightly  
Direct to his cock  
The fox nods and his tail  
Goes up curled like a sock  
  
To give room for the wolf  
Who now unzips his pants  
And pulls out his hard urgency  
Sharp as a lance  
  

  Its respectable size  
Tops at seven point five  
Adequate for a wolf  
So the fox will survive  
  
More or less full intact  
After thoroughly plowed  
So it's up to the wall  
He goes...ears and head bowed  
  
"Be gentle," he says  
Though he's done this before  
But not in a while  
So he's bound to be sore  
  
No matter how big  
And no matter how thick  
This wuffie, when he knots  
Better be more than slick  
  
Because yiffing in public  
Taboo and arousing  
Can land you in jail  
And a new type of housing  
  
The men you find there  
Who plunder your booty  
Don't much care for gentle  
If "bitch" does his duty  
  
They make it a point  
To stifle their moans  
As the wolf meets the fox  
Lip-locking kills their tones  
  
And the probing begins  
First searching, then urging  
Till the foxhole gives way  
To incessant cock-searching  
  
Pinned against the wall  
Cold hard bricks on his back  
Our dear vulpine, he spreads  
Legs wide, fondles his sac  
  
And then that of the wolf  
Who gets into a rhythm  
His back arches in  
To rid wuffballs of jism  
  
It starts working, as sex  
Is oft wont to do  
For the typical end  
Ends up covered in spoo  
  

  And two eager canids  
Are approaching the end  
With erections abounding  
A climax to tend  
  
Our dear wolf, he knows well  
To not tie with the fox  
For the alley is sure patrolled  
By rent-a-cops  
  
Who are sworn to protect  
The public from wrong  
Though it's hardly offending  
To see a wolf dong  
  
Being inserted now, rather  
Zealous, I'd say  
Up the rear of a vulpine  
Who's glad that he's gay  
  
And a part of this moment  
Going out was the best  
To occupy his time  
With a wolf as his guest  
  
Who has proven effective  
In sexual matters  
That knot pounding  
His insides to bloody tatters  
  
It feels so damn good!  
And the wolf hunches over  
His balls tighten faster  
Right paw moves to cover  
  
Their collective heat  
From the rest of the world  
While inside his boots  
The lupine's grey toes curl  
  
He empties all his seed  
In a tight, willing ass  
In the shadows of alleys  
Kinky, but with class  
  
And grace, with modesty  
Unknown to his kind  
He is quiet and murmurs  
Sweet nothings refined  
  
In a voice so low, gentle  
Like their clandestine coupling  
The size of his load  
It enlarges, size doubling  
  

  He's waited for this  
The whole entire day  
Finishing with a fox  
Who's a wonderful lay  
  
Is a gay cruiser custom  
Take advantage of those  
Who are smaller than you  
By taking off their clothes  
  
So his thrusts become slower  
And the flow starts to wane  
The sky opens, light flashing  
Ushering in the rain  
  
Disconnecting, they pull  
Up their soaking-wet garments  
And shiver in the dark  
When food reaches the varmints.  
  
"Do you smell that?" our fox  
He asks, hungry as well.  
Down the street there's a Krispy Kreme  
Doughnuts to sell  
  
The cops are all hunkered down  
Over their mugs  
Our canids aren't that far  
From looking like thugs  
  
So the fox, in his boyish tone  
Pets the wolf's neck  
And asks, "Your place or mine?"  
Gives his nosepad a peck  
  
"Well, you choose," says the wolf  
Whom the vulpine obeys  
Turns swiftly on his heels  
They begin through the maze  
  
Of concrete and steel  
On this cold, lonely night  
For these two lusty dogs  
The stars seem to shine bright  
  
If only for a moment  
While plowing a hole  
It's still more than nothing  
Tells you you have a soul  
  

  Deep down in there somewhere  
'Neath flesh, fur and bone  
If you think with your cock  
Then you're not alone  
  
Because out there there's someone  
Who thinks like you do  
So go find your own fox  
He's been waiting for you...  
  
  
FIN  
12/31/06-1/13/07

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