Reality
Disclaimer: This story contains gay furry sex. If you are underage or find this offensive, turn back now before it's too late!
This is for the Midnight Secret contest. It probably won't win, haha.
But honestly, I should stop using foxes and wolves considering how overwritten they are...
It was the witching hour, nothing so crude as midnight of course. Anyone can be a witch at midnight under a full moon. It was past 3 am and he had been awoken by a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently. His eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling and the usual questions of "Who am I?" "Where am I?" "Am I wearing clothes?" filled his head and were promptly banished. A finger pressed against his lips and words were whispered into his ear barely above the threshold of hearing, the voice one of a distant memory his sleep addled brain could not yet recollect.
"I want to tell you a secret."
Blinking, the young fox found himself looking up at a large shadow, silhouetted against the light streaming through the soft blue curtains of his window. The full pale moon watched, witness to the event inside Dan's small yet cozy room. The digital clock on his bedside table glared a red 3:26, an ungodly hour to be waking up in. The shadow moved to sit on the bed beside the boxer-clad vulpine, allowing the moon to illuminate the wolf's cool grey fur and ice blue eyes. His black shirt and blue jeans clung tightly to an alluring muscular frame. The larger wolf's hand laid on top of Dan's chest firmly, in confidence and trust.
The fox rubbed his eyes to be perfectly sure. "Lucas? What in God's name are you doing in my bedroom?" he whispered. "How did you even get in?"
Lucas looked away and surveyed the room. The monitor on Dan's desk played out a screensaver of a scrolling "Do Not Touch!" over and over. By the keyboard were several empty cans of soda and an open textbook. There was a drawer below it, and inside he caught a glimpse of a Swiss army knife. Clothes were strewn lazily about the floor, piled high in some corners. The wolf stalled a few moments, working up the courage to say what he needed to say. If it wasn't so dark, Dan might've seen him trembling.
He heaved a soft, heavy sigh and turned back to the young fox. "I need to tell you a secret," he said again, a serious quality in his voice.
Dan raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Which is...?" he prompted.
The wolf's hands migrated to Dan's cheeks, caressing gently. "This is something I've been wanting to say for a long time," Lucas replied, leaning in closer to Dan, muzzles inches away from one another. He could feel Dan's hot breath on his tingling nose, intoxicating. He looked deep into the fox's clear green eyes, not sure what to look for. But in those captivating eyes, he saw a fiery passion, long suppressed, and the wolf realized that his feelings would not be unrequited. In those eyes, he gained the courage to finally act. In one fluid motion, Lucas placed his hands behind the fox's head and pulled him in for a kiss, deep and passionate. The naked wolf straddled Dan as his broad smooth tongue explored the fox's muzzle eagerly. Dan, baffled and amazed, returned the kiss just as eagerly, his own canine tongue teasing and playing.
The moon shined brighter and more intensely than ever in joy of the fated union. A sudden burst of wind blew open the window and a breeze came into the room and passed between the two naked canines, the cool air exciting their shafts out of their sheaths. Panting, Dan reached down his well-lubed hand to grab both cocks and rubbed up and down. The wet cold feel of the lube was heaven on the sensitive canine cocks. Lucas groaned in pleasure and began to buck his hips in time, back and forth. He moved his own hand down to play with Dan's hard nipples, pinching it just like in the fox's most sensual fantasies, eliciting a lusty moan. Dan's hands found themselves on the wolf's ass, massaging the perfectly toned glutes and making passes at his hole. Lucas pressed his body down onto Dan's, stimulating both dicks with his humping as they rubbed up against each other. A slight thump sounded every time their heads bumped against the headboard. The room began to melt around them, each male focusing entirely on the other. Lucas's thrusts grew faster. They panted harder and harder as the temperature rose with the intensity of their passion.
It wasn't too long until both canines reached their climax, ejaculating simultaneously. Lucas, arching his back, shot hard and long, howling his ecstasy into the night air. A mix of fox and wolf seed splashed down their chests and the underside of their muzzles. When they broke their kiss, Dan reached up to lick the cum off Lucas's muzzle, gently lapping at the salty liquid. The wolf panted hard, a grin splayed across his muzzle, his blue eyes dazzling in the light. The moon glowed with a rosy light, making the outdoor summer night mystifying. Exhausted, the larger wolf collapsed on top of the fox, nuzzling his muzzle in the crook of the fox's neck. The grass under them was the most comfortable bed in the world, the tree behind Dan the softest pillow. The summer breeze was cool on their fur, lulling them to sleep with wordless lullabies.
The fox closed his eyes and listened to the wolf's long even breaths. "Lucas, I love you..." he whispered drowsily, his mind hazed in the afterglow.
Lucas looked up once more into the fox's clear green eyes and licked Dan's muzzle once. Smiling, he replied, "Dan, I lo-BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!"
Blinking, the young fox suddenly sat up in his bed only to discover himself back in reality. Panting hard from the shock, he clutched his thumping chest as he tried to calm down. The digital clock on his bedside table glared a red 6:31, the alarm ringing loudly in Dan's ears. Groaning, he hit the snooze button and collapsed back onto the bed. Disappointment filled his mind and body as the cruel truth of dreams hit him far too early in the morning. He attempted to drift back into the subconscious, to that world where Lucas loved him, but the sadistic alarm clock would have none of it. It once more wailed its annoying electronic cry, forcing Dan awake again. Sighing, the fox hit the smaller and more evasive alarm button this time to silence the infernal machine. Sitting up, he felt a wet sensation near his crotch. Groaning, he climbed out of bed to change his boxers.
"Yo, dude! Heads up!"
Spiraling through the air, a wayward football sniped Dan and knocked him hard onto the ground. The fox didn't know what to rub, his head or his bum, as he sat on the ground groaning. An exasperated-looking snow leopard came jogging over and offered a hand to help him up. Dan accepted it and stood up, patting his pants to remove the dirt.
"Yo, Dan. What's up with you today?" The leopard asked, clearly annoyed. "That's, like, what? the third time the ball's knocked you clean off your feet. Come on man, get it together before the coach notices."
Both guys looked over at their high school football coach, a hulking bear of a man. Fortunately, he was yelling angrily at a new freshman right then for the same exact mistake. They could practically see the spittle being expelled from his mouth landing on the terrified newbie.
Dan turned his attention back to the leopard, rubbing the bump on his head. "Yeah, yeah, sorry Ban. My mind's just elsewhere right now, y'know?"
"Well it needs to be here in practice so go call it back already." Ban picked up the football and jogged back to his position as the coach resumed moving down the line. He stepped once and pivoted, throwing it in a perfect spiral. The fox watched as it flew in an arc through the air. With arms outspread, he positioned himself to catch, moving to the side step by step as the wind blew stronger, altering the ball's flight. Just as it was about to reach him, he accidentally bumps into a teammate on the next line. The ball lands, once again, right on his head and the coach noticed.
"Hey! Watch it Dan!" He reprimanded. "Y'gotta be aware of your surroundings!"
"Oww..." the fox groaned, rubbing his forehead. At least he didn't get knocked down this time. Turning around, he placed a hand on the back of his teammate's shoulder. "Hey man, sorry 'bout that. This wind is seriously sucking right now."
Lucas turned around and grinned. "No problem, man. S'not your fault nature sucks in general."
The fox chuckled and smiled as well, looking up at the taller wolf. Lucas's blue eyes sparkled in the summer sun like the big blue ocean. The wolf's toothy grin positively addicting as Dan found himself laughing even more. Lucas's ears splayed back as the exchange became uncomfortable.
"Ahh yeah... We better get back to practicin' before the coach kills us." Bending over, he picked up his football, giving Dan a full view of his perfect butt, outlined by his tight football pants.
The fox blushed, realizing he was staring too long. "Ahaha, um yeah! We should!" he replied nervously, maybe a bit louder than he should have. His cheeks burning a bright red, Dan turned around and retrieved his own ball, moving back to his own line.
As the sun reached its peak, so did the speed of everyone's panting. The occasional wind did little to cool the parched players as the coach ran them through the rigorous practice. The bear would never let anyone get a break or relief until the three hours of practice is over, always reciting the dreary "No pain, no gain" of professional bodybuilders. In the end, it was always worth it. The Montgomery Pythons have been state champions seven years running, and it would be eighth that year barring divine intervention.
Finally, the coach's shrill whistle sounded as sweet as a Siren's song in the players' ears. Everyone cheered and ran over to the lockers for some cool air-conditioned relief and crisp refreshing water. Dan quickly grabbed his towel and wiped his sweat-drenched fur, his muscles aching with fatigue.
Ban sat next to him on the bench, chugging his water like his life depended on it. He gave a big contented sigh as he finished the entire bottle, wiping his mouth. "Man, if coach drilled us any harder, we'd be dead before the games even start."
The fox grunted in agreement. "Good thing he only gets three hours a day."
"Haha, yeah. Any more I bet the frosh would collapse right on the field." The leopard grinned at the thought, thinking back to how hard their own freshmen days were. Taking off his clothes, he reached for his own towel.
The fox smirked. "Yeah, then the coach would drill them harder for being babies." They shared a laugh, ignoring the glares of the freshmen right next to them.
Standing up, Ban gestured towards the showers. "Come on, I don't wanna be smelling stinky fox all day."
Dan scoffed as he took off his own jockstrap and stuffed it in his locker. "Says the guy who wouldn't shower with the rest of us the entire freshman year," he retorted.
The angry snow leopard attempted a smack to the back of Dan's head, but the fox quickly dodged and ran to the showers, laughing at Ban's attempts to hit him.
Inside, Dan took the last shower and Ban right next to him. The fox closed his eyes and stood right under the nozzle, letting the hot water spray right on his face and trickling down his body. His muscles relaxed under the heat and he felt the day's worries wash away with the water. His body still ached, but it was a good kind of ache, the ache of accomplishment. Smiling contentedly, the fox bowed his head and let the hot water work its magic on his back, spine tingling. Hard work followed by an invigorating shower bordered on therapeutic for the fox.
There's always a sense of togetherness in the showers as everyone chatted about anything and everything they set their minds on. It's like being in the lunchroom, besides the fact that everyone was naked and showing off their goods. The water added its own monotone to the mix, splashing the floor all around him. Dan let the chaos of sound fill his mind, emptying it of thoughts as he focused on simply hearing everything. He didn't want to separate the jumble of noise into coherent words or sounds. In a sense, he was letting everyone else think for him, to fill his head with their thoughts so he didn't have. It felt relaxing, like sitting in the park and just watching people walk by, doing nothing. He didn't have to think, only sense. He simply needed to be.
He let his mind float aimlessly, drifting through the void of whatever dimensions it just happens to be in. It bumped into shadowy figures attempting to gain its attention, but it ignored them and moved on, uninterested. It wandered, looking for something to occupy its attention.
After awhile, it bumped into one that captured its interest. The figure changed into a wolf, tall with cool grey fur and ice blue eyes. A toothy grin was splayed across his muzzle as he stood confidently, naked in the open. A grey-furred hand placed itself on the wolf's chest and rubbed, ruffling the fur, traveling down until it found his sheath. His other went to his hard nipples, playing with the sensitive skin. The wolf closed his eyes in pleasure as his tongued lolled out, his grey-furred hands working their magic. A large pink cock inched its way out of its prison, throbbing in celebration at its release. The wolf grabbed his hard canine shaft and began stroking as he teased his nipples. Audible tremblings of pleasure escaped his lips, growing louder as he came close to climax. His knees buckled with each blissful stroke until he was forced to kneel down as he kept stroking. Dan watched the show in rapture, thrilled that this wolf would share such a private moment with him. The fox could feel his own panting growing faster in time with the wolf as his own hands found their way to his own privates. The wolf was so hot, and he was so close...
"Dan. Hey Dan! Wake up!" A voice pierced through his mind, trying to bring him back to reality. Ignoring it, Dan continued to watch the wolf, mesmerized. A hand on his shoulder shook the fox bodily, the shouting growing more worried. Opening his eyes, he felt the cold water stinging him. Ban was standing next to him like before, only fully dressed with his duffel bag. Puzzled, Dan looked around and realized everyone else already left or was finishing up. "Man, you ok?" the snow leopard continued, keeping a worried hand on the fox's shoulder. "You must be really out of it today to just doze off like that."
Dan's mind steadily returned to reality, the wolf shrinking into the distance. "Oh huh?" he forced a small chuckle. "Yeah, I guess I'm just tired." Noticing Ban's still-worried expression, he added, "Really, man, I'm okay."
"Just don't go sleeping in strange places, k? Don't want you to drown now." The snow leopard retracted his arm, now wet and cold. He attempted to dry it off his bluejeans. "Listen, guy. I gotta go, but I'll text you later, ok?"
"Sure, I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, great. See ya." Ban rounded the corner and the locker door audibly opened and closed with his departure.
Sighing, Dan turned his attention back to himself, realizing he hadn't even soaped up yet since the end of practice. He groaned at the thought of showering off with cold water and cursed himself for spacing out. Going to the nozzle of the cheap mandated locker room shampoo, he squirted some out and began applying heavy doses to his fur. The fox might not be that big, but he has a lot of bushy fur and often he would find himself buying another bottle after just three or four showers. The shower room shampoo may be of undecipherable scent, but it still smelled good and was free.
When he reached his sheath, Dan felt his cock hard in it, only the cold water keeping it at bay. The fantasy in his little mind trip had gotten him pretty excited. The fox only hoped he didn't actually get an erection while everyone was around. But, looking around, he saw he was the only person there, so he decided it would be safe. Dan pulled his sheath back, exposing his shaft to the cold water and letting out a low groan. The fox closed his eyes and thought back to the wolf in his mind and began to copy his actions. Using the shampoo as a lube, Dan began stroking his shaft up and down while his other hand teased his nipples. He felt himself right next to the wolf, imagining that it was his lips on his cock and his fingers on his nipples. The fox let out a long and lusty moan that echoed around the locker room. But he didn't care. Dan was lost in his fantasy again.
Unknown to the fox, Lucas had stayed out on the field to clean up the equipment. The door opened and closed, but Dan didn't hear it. As Dan moaned, Lucas walked into the shower room, naked and holding a bottle of shampoo. The moment Lucas saw the fox masturbating he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide.
"Holy crap!" he shouted loudly, "what the hell, man?"
Dan was startled out of his reverie and found himself facing the wolf with cock in hand. He shouted in surprise and immediately tried covering himself up, his cock staying as hard as ever even in this situation. "What the heck? Lucas? I thought you left with everyone already!" A bright red blush tinted the fox's cheeks.
The wolf stood there for a few moments. Then he suddenly burst out laughing, bending over double.
"What? What's so funny?" Dan asked, knowing full well what it is.
"You, man! I mean seriously, masturbating in the guy's locker room?" the wolf said through bursts of laughter. "Hilarious! Haha! You are such a fag, you know that?"
Dan's ears splayed back in embarrassment. "F-fag? I ain't no fag, dude!"
"Oh yeah?" Lucas replied, wiping tears from his eyes. "Who were you thinking 'bout just now, huh? Was it me?" The wolf posed and flexed, letting Dan see his sculptured muscles in action. Pulling back his sheath, he grabbed his semi-hard shaft and waved it around. "Bet you were thinking 'bout this bad boy, huh? Right, fag?"
The fox could only stutter, torn between denial of his orientation and the reality of what's happening right in front of him. "N-no-what? No way, d-dude! N-no way I was thinking of your... uh... your cock." Dan couldn't help but look straight down at it as he tried denying the accusation, a gesture that didn't escape Lucas's notice.
"Yeah, right, fag!" he taunted. "Look at you right now, you can't help but stare at my massive cock. Here, why don't I let you see the full thing?" Grinning wickedly, he squirted some shampoo out onto his hand and began to stroke his shaft, slowly hardening to its full girth and length. As hard as Dan wanted to, he couldn't look away as his fantasy was coming to life. Lucas was masturbating right in front of him.
When his cock was full, Lucas could barely wrap his hand around it. Hefting it in his palm, the wolf padded closer to the fox, still in the same meek and embarrassed pose, with his wolf dick proudly displayed. Dan simply stared, unable to speak. His mouth opened and closed like a fish for water.
"See that, fag? You are a fag, a bitch, whore, cockslut, whatever you wanna call yourself," Lucas jeered, his grin growing wider. "Truth is you want this gigantic hard cock in you, fag. Everywhere in you that it could possibly be." The wolf waved his cock, and Dan's eyes followed it. Lucas laughed uproariously. "This here's proof of that. Look at you, fag! Can't take your eyes off my god cock! Oh god, you want this so bad." The wolf padded closer so that his cock, sticking straight out, just barely touched Dan's bellybutton.
Dan gulped. Lucas's was definitely a god cock if ever one existed. Certainly, it was bigger, longer, better in every way than the wolf in his fantasies. Wide-eyed, he couldn't imagine himself taking something like that. It was simply too big. He'd heard stories of people being hospitalized for trying to take something way too big for them. The fox was having serious doubts over whether he really wanted the wolf.
Lucas knew he had control of this situation, and he was going to milk it for all it's worth. "Kneel, fag," he commanded.
And for the first time, Dan found his voice as the reality of his situation dawned on him. "W-wait! Wait a second!" he rasped, his throat dry with fear. "Dude! Seriously! Fine! I'm a fag! I'm a goddamn cocksucking fairy! But please, dude, please! Don't make me take that thing!" Dan pleaded desperately, on the verge of tears. "Please, man, it's too big."
The wolf's grin faded instantly, and Dan saw a fiery rage brewing behind his blue eyes. His deep voice, filled with dread, filled the fox with fear as he emphasized each word with anger. "What the fuck do I care about what some fag wants?" His words rang through the shower room, as if the voice of a god.
Dan's knees gave way under him and he kneeled in front of the overpowering wolf, his massive cock only an inch away from his nose. Reason wouldn't do anything. Cunning wouldn't do anything. Strength wouldn't do anything. Nothing can be done to save himself from this fate. The cold water still showering behind him felt like thousands of whips lashing his back, but even that would be better than this. The fox didn't notice as tears started rolling down his cheeks, terrified of what is about to happen.
"Suck it, fag. Do what you love to do," the wolf commanded. "And if I feel even one fucking tooth, even god cannot help you." Placing a grey-furred hand behind the fox's head, Lucas began pushing him onto his cock. Dan had no choice but to open his muzzle and begin servicing the massive member. Otherwise, he doesn't know what would happen, but the wolf's anger made it obvious enough.
Closing his eyes, the fox tried to imagine this real Lucas as the dream Lucas, the nice Lucas, the Lucas that loves him. But as this wolf's cock intruded more and more into his muzzle, reality kept rearing its ugly head in as the fox felt it throb in his mouth and poke the back of his throat. He began trembling with sobs as he was subjected to rape.
The wolf rumbled low in his throat. "I said, suck it, fag! Use your fucking mouth!" he shouted.
Dan shuddered as he tried to regain his composure. It was a cock, he should just try to enjoy it. Bobbing his head back and forth, he licked and sucked for all he was worth. He couldn't fit the entire thing in his muzzle without gagging, so he covered the last bit with his paw and stroked in time. The quicker Lucas came, the sooner it would be over. The fox even went as far as fondling the wolf's balls, squeezing each one separately, eliciting lusty moans from the wolf above him. But the wolf's moans were more primal, more base, more evil if that were possible, than Dan's dream Lucas. There was nothing he could enjoy about this rape.
Lucas pressed harder on his head, trying to get his bitch fox to take more, but Dan kept resisting for his own sake and safety. "You're not doing it right, fag!" he shouted in rage. "Honestly, how the fuck can you be so bad at something you're supposed to fucking do?" Grabbing the fox's hands, Lucas kicked him backwards and pushed him, slamming him into the tile wall. Dan shouted out in pain and the wolf took the opportunity to replace his cock back into his muzzle.
Pinning the fox's arms above him, Lucas thrust his hips, fucking Dan's muzzle. He pushed his cock to knot, refusing to let the fox push him back out. Lucas pulled out fast, and then thrust in harder. His primal instincts took over as his fucking became animalistic, even maniacal. A wicked grin splayed across his muzzle as he looked down at the fox he's raping, taking pleasure in his tears.
Dan kept gagging and choking on the massive cock, feeling like he's going to die. He tried suppressing his gag reflex, but to no avail. There was too much going on for him to focus. The mammoth cock blocked his air passage with each push, forcing the fox to gasp for breath. He strained against the wolf's hands, but he was too strong. He tried to move his muzzle away, but the wolf's cock kept it in place. There was nothing he could do but submit and hope it would be over soon. Crying, he pleaded to god, to anyone, for someone to help him. But all he could hear were Lucas's animal grunts of pleasure.
The wolf has very good endurance, able to hold back his own torrent for ages. The ecstasy was just too much to give up. Dan's smooth silky tongue and hot breath on his cock pleasured him like no other female bitch could. He needed Dan's muzzle, even if he had to rape him to get it. Lucas was skeptical at first about how amazing it is to fuck a fox, but now he has no doubts whatsoever. This fox was not something he'd give up so easily.
After what must have been an eternity, Lucas's thrusts lost frequency but gained force. Each push forcing Dan's muzzle wider as the wolf knotted with the fox's muzzle. The fox's teeth scraped Lucas's knot as it forced in, but he didn't notice. He was too lost in the sea of pleasure, too close to the edge.
Dan didn't even have the energy to gag anymore, let alone struggle. He hung limp and simply submitted to the wolf. Tears streamed unchecked down his matted cheeks. The fox the knot invading his muzzle, and he just let it. He cooperated with it, let it in, accepted it. Anything to get away as quickly as possible.
Shortly after, a salty taste filled his muzzle and he began to cough, afraid he would drown in the wolf's cum.
Lucas, angered that his bitch would not accept his gift, shouted, "Don't you fucking dare cough that out, fag! Swallow it like you're supposed to!" Dan complied, swallowing as much as can, leaving a bad aftertaste in his mouth. Lucas's cock shrunk quickly, and Dan thanked every god he could think of for it. The wolf let go of his arms and the fox collapsed onto the floor, exhausted beyond comprehension.
The wolf, feeling like his work is unfinished, was struck by a brilliant idea. Turning off the shower, he positioned himself over the dripping fox and grabbed hold of his soft cock. "Fag, look up," he commanded.
Dan complied and found himself being sprayed between the eyes with urine. The whole room immediately began to stink with a strong musk. Collapsing, the fox let the warm piss soak over him, all over him. Lucas made sure his bitch was marked from head to toe. Then he kneeled down and lifted the fox's muzzle, placing his cock in front of it.
"Swallow this, fag," he said, no longer in that rumbling voice because he knew he had broken Dan now. The fox would comply with everything he said. As Dan opened his mouth, the wolf unleashed the rest of his piss while he massaged the fox's throat, encouraging him to swallow.
With his bitch ensured, Lucas stood and grabbed his shampoo bottle from where he left it. He turned on the hot water and began to bathe.
Spent, Dan simply let his mind hear the pitter patter of the shower and Lucas's humming. His mind drifted once more through whatever dimensions it happened to be in and he let himself let go of reality, even for a little while.
That night, Dan sat on the edge of his bed, hands folded in front of him. He wasn't thinking of anything in particular, nothing at all. He was just sitting there staring. Staring straight at his drawer below his keyboard.
The drawer that contained his Swiss army knife...