FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This story is a writing exercise, as such I never intended to do anything big with it. It's nearly unedited. In any case, I present it to you here.

NOtSF: After Work

"Oh, this place." The fox had biked past the kennel every single day on the way to work, and he did not even realize it. The place was in the middle of a block of houses, and the only thing that gave it any mark at all was an old wooden sign on a wooden fence long since overtaken by creeping ivy; it simply read 'Miller's Kennel,' just barely visible in the fading light.

This time he was not biking past, rather he was biking to, due to his predicament. Somehow, someway a man he had never seen before managed to get the one and only key he needed to get out of it. Though he was nervous, the fox was more curious than anything. More than anything, he was urged onward by the constant attention to his shaft and prostate by his self-inflicted teasing trap. No matter what way he moved, his sheath twisted about his confined, oversensitive knot and made the unique toy within his rear brush back and forth across his prostate. It was hard enough for him to bike back home after his day at work. When he found the otter's card he did not even change out of his clothes, the vulp just took off out the door, hardly even able to contain the soft little grunts and moans in his throat.

Now here he stood at the front gate, rather confused, a little concerned, and hornier than hell. With new-found invigoration he pushed forward and stepped inside. As soon as the squeaky thing swung open a single rather large sounding dog began barking, though was silent moments later. By the time he was at the second doorway, the otter, older by a few years, had already made his way around the corner at the other end of the building.

"I knew that would get your attention!" The man clapped his paws together and chuckled as he hurried over to un-lock the way in for his guest, who was about to speak, when he was cut off. "Now, I suppose you're wondering just how I got that key." He paused and grinned Well, I know your roommate, and he said you were in the market for a better job. Oh, by the way, he's well aware of your little fun, watched you put your," he fluttered his fingers in the air slightly, "rigging together. But ah, I imagine you're wondering, what does any of this have to do with anything!" He exclaimed. "Well, here's your choice." He held up a thumb," One, you work for me, I double your pay, and I hold onto the key, or two," he added his index to the count, "I give you the key, you turn around right now and leave. You've got," He pulled up the sleeve to a non-existent shirt to look at a rather pricey looking watch, "ten seconds to choose.

"Ten."

"Wait, but how do ..."

"Nine."

"... I know you can pay that?"

"Eight. I'm a multi millionaire. Seven."

"How can I trust you?"

"Six. You'll just have to. Five. I just do this for fun. Four."

He whimpered and whined as the man kept counting, finally at two the fox cried out. "Okay okay! Keep it. I just want some proof."

"Done and done. Call your bank and check your balance." That got him a puzzled look, "go on." He gave the fox a shooing gesture, so out came his cell, and the call was made. As soon as he heard the number, his eyes went wide. "I know, right?" The otter laughed aloud, "already figured you would say yes, so I wired the money this morning. That's your first weeks pay in advance." He let the fox inside.

"Now, as for your duties while working here. Your focus will be the general day-to-day needs of my boys while I am away during the day. At the moment all but one are sleeping in the kennels," he turned back and clicked his tongue, "Conrad!" A large German Shepherd rounded the corner a moment later from the same direction as the otter. He must have been seated just out of view the whole while. The canine was the same one as earlier at the store, only this time without a leash.

Upon seeing the fox he hurried forward, tail wagging about behind him, but stopped obediently just beside the man. "Of course, your duties will be a little more than just water, food, and tidying the place." Conrad took a seat then, and the fact that he was male was made distinct and clear in that moment. As he settled upon his haunches, his fat and swollen cream-furred sheath came full into view, with two fingers worth of his pink shaft poked free, and the fox's attention shifted to ogle the sight.

"Now, the terms of your employment are simple: at any time you can take your key, walk out that gate and leave, I will not stop you. Of course, if you chose to stay you'll enjoy your time here," the otter patted the dog on the head, who took the cue and darted forward, then buried his nose right against the vulpine's confined sheath. The cloth there had long since discolored with the sheer amount of pre that had dribbled free by then. He yelped slightly in surprise and arched up onto his toes, but when the dog's insistent sniffing turned to licking he found his paws' ability to push the canine away waning more and more with each little touch.

"Come!" The older man turned on his heels and made his way back. His new employee wasn't sure if the command was for the dog, or himself, but the both of them followed it regardless. Upon rounding the bend, the fox slowed and looked around. It looked as though the fences of every house on the block had been knocked down, and turned into a single huge lot.

"I've bought up all the properties here for privacy and security. So as long as you're working here, you will live in one of them, your choice of course, I don't much care which."

"Woah woah, this is a little fast." The fox spoke up, "You're talking about me packing up and moving. You can't just ..."

"Want your key?" He was cut off by the simple question, stated so plainly.

"What?" His brush of a tail curled behind him for a moment.

"I'm asking because I do not like being told I can't." The otter spoke with a huff, "so either agree to do as I and my boys want, when it's wanted, or you can leave right now. Though something tells me someone wants you to stay." At that moment the large shep's muzzle had once again made its way between the fox's legs, where he busied himself with a thorough investigation of the area.

Again he could not bring himself to push the dog away as his maw drooped open in a long, barely audible whine, his long tail drawing higher as the others' wagged ever faster. The insistent grinding caused his already taut sheath to try its meddle against the strong leather bondage in which it had been so carefully restrained. Balance went the way of distraction as he stumbled backward against the fence behind him, with the dog in quick pursuit.

"Well, out with it then!" The otter chimed in. So worked up from the day, he did not need to be told again. Quick fingers made short work of his belt and clasp, and no time was wasted before Conrad's muzzle dived into the moist, musky air within the fox's pants. Right away his tongue went to work at the exposed pink tip, already oversensitive. His paws moved to defend himself but again the otter chimed in.

"Let him do what he wants. I told you, I'm not the only one here you're going to have to obey." The shepherd's paw hooked on the v of his khaki's and down they went; the only thing that kept them in check was the velcro over his tail, and that too was quick to fail. More and more licks rasped across his tip, and it was everything he could do not to scream out loud. Paws gripped cloth tight enough to puncture with his claws as he was brought closer and closer to climax. With his back pressed tight against the fence behind him, the only thing that held him vertical was the force that assaulted his soaking wet sheath and tip.

His muzzle fell open wide, and his paws shot to it, shirt in tow to bite down upon. A barely muffled scream was belted into the material as he finally came, despite the best efforts of all the bonds around his member. Jet after musky jet of cum erupted from him, only to be caught immediately by a tongue that ramped its speed from quick to frantic, eager to catch every little bit that it could manage, and then some. His cries grew louder and louder as it simply did not cease. The fox's shirt began to rip when hypersensitivity set in. One weak paw moved to defend himself, but he did not have the strength to do a thing against this animal that weighed nearly as much as himself. Breaths came in ragged gasps as that powerful tongue persisted, and soon he found himself amazed to feel the familiar welling of orgasm once again.

Clearly this was going to turn out to be an interesting job.