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The Kitsune Diaries

Tail #4

A Furrotica/Lifestyle Series by

Valdreg Frostail

10:15 pm, July 7, 2014

(excerpt from Val's journal)

Kitsune,

_ It's almost time for work again._ Ugh. If I had my way, I'd be working from right here at my desk...and probably blow up like a blimp. (an even chubbier little fox, hee hee) But apparently that can't be the case. Sigh. I really do wish that El would find a job so that I can stop worrying about everything and really enjoy life. It's not that he's not looking, either. Hell, we've both been looking for full-time jobs. It just seems that every employer wants you to be the damned Messiah before they even take a chance to look at your resume. I've had to stop several time in a row, because the jobs are there...I'm just not qualified, no matter how good I show I am for the job. All this rejection from job-hunting has just made me more depressed than I already am. And the stress has started to show, too...I've been really bitchy lately, and El's constant is beginning to get on my nerves. It's also not helping the current situation, either. I love El. I really do. But I need some help sometimes, too. Gods, if I'd realized life was going to be this fucking hard, I'd have remained a kit in my parents' den. (but with how my father is, that's not even an option_...but that's a story for another time) Oh well. Guess it's time to head off to Hell...I mean work. Until next time..._

(end entry)

I look up from my journal, checking the time. 10:30? Already? I think to myself, grimacing. Fuck it. Let's get this night over with. Looking over, I see El, once again in "gamer stance."

"I'm off to work babe. See you when I get home." I say, loud enough for him to hear me over his music. His ears perk, catching my voice, and he takes off his headphones. "Alright lovey, drive safe and come back home to me, ok? I love you." he says, pawing over to me while I stand next to the door. Cupping my muzzle, he kisses me long and deeply, and then smiles. "Give'em hell, foxybutt."

"Don't I always?" I retort, grinning. "If you want anything to eat when I get off work, better let me know now, bearface." "Hmm...well, would you mind stopping off at Burrito Chime? I've really been craving a couple of tacos...please?" he asks, looking at me with his cute little face. Dammit. With a face like that, how can I say no? I think, smiling to myself. "Sure bearface. I'll do that. See ya later!" I gently open, and then close, the door to our apartment and pad my way over to our "LARP/Soccer Mom" van, and unlock the driver's side door. Easing myself into the seat, I tuck in my tail behind me, and turn the keys in the ignition. After this is done, I start my daily "off-to-work" ritual: I put the windows down, turn up the radio, and place my left paw and forearm out the driver's side window. All right then. I think to myself. Let's go and make some money.

_ _ The ride to work, as always, is uneventful, but singing along with the radio always seems to make it better. I don't like to brag, but this fox can sing, if he wants to. I generally don't sing in public, though...I tend to worry that I'll make a fool of myself. El is also musically-inclined, although he tends to lean more towards the instrumental rather than the vocal. (little known fact: as a kit I was the top singer in the Pawsville Youth Choir, about a decade ago) El's specialties in the instrument department are quite vast, but his main three are the clarinet, piano, and French horn. But anyways...

I pull into ISP's (International Service of Paws, where I work...it's a packaging company, and I work outside...nothing glamorous) parking lot, and commence waiting for my work partner to arrive. We always walk in together, and talk/gossip about random stuff (what we did over the weekend, and the like). She's probably one of the best (and at times, infuriating) animals I have ever had the chance to meet. Her name is Elsane Wolfspaw, better known as Elsa. She's a dark-brown timber wolf, with both a colorful temperament and a fiery temper if you cross her. If she's in a foul mood, I tend to steer clear until her "storm" has blown over. Otherwise, she's clever, and a fun animal to be around. She's currently dating Samhot Brightfang, otherwise known as Sam...and man did she find a good one. He's a very cute 30-something Golden Retriever, who also works with us at ISP...although while we work outside, he works for the ramp of the same airport that ISP is connected to. Both are very happy together, as Elsa tells me that he has a very nice cock, and knows how to use it well. According to her, he also has a sweet disposition, and is a major TCGer (trading card game player, he also likes to play video games as well), and just an overall good, sensitive dog.

Sighing, I pull into the parking lot, and make sure I've got everything that I'm going to need for the night. Backpack? Check. Reading material in case it gets boring? Check. Vest and ID card so they don't think I'm coming in to still shit? Check and check. Well now. Time to get this night over with, I think to myself. Time to wait for Elsa. As I say so, I pull out the current book I'm reading...when I see him.

He's tall, about 6'3" or 6'4", with a deep reddish-brown coat. From what I can tell, he's a Siberian Husky, with all the typical markings those sexy dogs seem to have. He'd apparently just gotten off work from another job, as he was changing into black tank (it was hot out, and with all that fur, I'm surprised that he was even wearing that) from a nice suit and tie. Holy SHIT. I thought to myself, taking the view in.Look at the size of his chest and arms! He was muscular, in all senses of the word. Pecs, biceps, triceps, everything.

Luckily, I'd remembered my phone, and I prepared to take what I call a "creeper pic:" where I see them, but they can't see me. Ever so carefully, I position myself so my phone's flash can't be seen. "CLICK." Goes my phone's camera, and apparently rather loudly, as I notice his ears perk, hearing the sound. Shit. I think, making myself as small as I can, by scrunching down in my seat. Shit shit shit shit SHIT. Damn dogs' good sense of hearing! Breathing hard, yet also beginning to get a semi-boner because of the thrill of possibly being caught by a sexy husky, I stay scrunched down, listening for any oncoming footsteps. When nothing happens, I cautiously raise my muzzle up over the edge of the driver's side window. Peeking carefully, I see that he's gone back to changing, and apparently doesn't have any sense of shame whatsoever...as he is in the process of pulling down his suit pants. Oh my... I thought to myself, eying his very supple butt. This dog has everything you could ever hope for! Mmph. And those black boxer briefs? Nice.Wonder if he's spoken for... While pondering (and still staring at the sexy doggie), I'm startled as there is a knock on my passenger-side window.

Standing there while impatiently tapping the glass, Elsa makes the rather impatient motions for me to hurry up. "We're gonna be late!" she exclaims, voice muffled by the window. "Come ON, hurry up, ya dreamy-eyed fox!" Blushing with embarassment (while also fuming slightly with a low anger that I'm being rushed into work) at being caught creeping, I proceed to do so: I loop my laniard with my ID card around my neck, and put my paws and arms through the arm-holes of my reflective vest. I also hastily turn-off my phone and stow it safely in my car's glove compartment. After doing so, I get out, lock all the doors, and glare at my wolfy friend.

"What the hell, Elsa? You practically scared the shit out of me!" I growled, still blushing fiercely.

"WELL. I'm so sorry that I ruined Val's 'alone time.'" she said sarcastically, giving me a knowing wink. "Stow that thing away, fox...we've got work to do tonight. I saw you creeping on Goldenpaw over there, you pervert." At hearing this, I blushed even harder.

"Come on, little Ms. Punctual-to-a-Fault, or we're gonna be late." pausing, I look over at Elsa as we make our way through the parking lot. "Is that really his name? Why's he called that?"

"Well, from what I know from Sam, it's because even though he's reddish-brown all over, his right forearm/paw is a golden, creamy color, hence the name. And from the rumors, he's also a bit of a player, as well. But...you can't believe every rumor you hear at this place...it's like high school all over again, for gods' sake." She sighs, as we steadily pad our way over to the main building. "I'll tell you more later, when we're done with hold-over, you creepy fox pervert, you." She grins at me, showing all her sharp teeth.

"Ha ha ha, wolfy-sass." I say, bopping her on one of her ample boobs. "What would Sam think, hearing such lies spew from that muzzle?" Quickly, before she can react, I bop the other one, as well, and then move quickly away, grinning. (yeah, we have a weird relationship, we two: she makes me squeal by startling me with a nipple twist randomly throughout the night, so I retaliate with a booby-bop, for good measure...it's been like this for all the years we've known each other)

"Oh, you're gonna get it, fruitcake." she growls, whilst still grinning like a crazy fool. "I can hear your nips talking to me from way over here, you know...'Elsa, herro! We've missed yer!' Sounds like they miss being played with..." As she speaks, she steadily makes her way over to me, paws in a nipple-grabbing position.

"Hey hey HEY!" I squeal, trying to get away. "Watch yer paws, ye bitch! MEEP!" (yes, that was me squealing...so embarassing...) After hearing such a loud noise, Elsa, true to form, cackles madly, and holds her sides, trying to keep from pissing her pants from laughter. "I hope you piss your pants, ya damned dog. Please tell me you did...it'd make my night." I growl, while trying to keep from giggling like a mad-beast.

Eyes tearing up from laughter, Elsa grins at me. "You wish, fox. Now let's hurry up and get to work...I don't want to have to be here all damn night."

Several hours pass (and many, many antics later), and finally we're done with all the freight that we were going to receive in the yard. My supervisor, a barely adult beagle pup, walks up to me after telling everyone that the night's work was done. "Val. You've been chosen to help pull the out-bound stuff out to the ramp tonight, as we're kinda short-staffed. Go and grab a tug, ok?" After he says so, he walks away, gets in another supervisor's van, and drives off.

Sighing (and also fuming a bit), I make my way over to the tug-yard, and select one of the best ones out there...which isn't one of the best, thanks ISP. Gods...why is it always me that's helping outbound? This is getting ridiculous. I thought to myself, grumbling inwardly. It never changes. Making my way over to the outbound supervisor's area, I grab a couple of dollies, and head up to one of the loading docks, still fuming slightly. I pull up, positioning my dollies so that the freight can be easily loaded, and pull out my book, waiting for the dock's shifters to bring me my freight.

"Hey." A gruff voice says, right next to my window. Startled, I drop my book, and curse like a sailor. "You the one grabbing the Albe...wait. Do I know you? You're that fox from the parking lot..." Looking up, I see the red Husky that I creeped on in the parking lot.

Well fuck me running backwards._I thought to myself. This _is where the sexy doggie works? And he actually SAW me creeping on him? SHIT. Well, time to wait for a call from animal resources. But let's play dumb for now. "Umm...the parking lot?" I ask, trying to sound as oblivious as possible. "What're you talking about?"

He blinks twice, then grins. "Ah, I see. You think that little show was just me changing from my other work clothes to my uniform? Heh. I knew you were watching, fox. Why else would I take off my pants in a public place and show off my sexy ass? I heard your phone's camera go off, though...and you can't really hide all that well...I saw the top of your muzzle poking out." He grins again, showing off a very sexy smile, making me melt a little in one place, and harden in another. Blushing fiercely, I make sure to try and cover my hardening member. Looking over, he sees me trying to quickly cover my growing shame. "Damn...fox is packing, apparently. Nice." He says, licking his chops. "Damn. If we were outside of work, the things I would do to you..."

I shudder, imagining exactly what I'd want this sexy dog to do to me if he had the chance. "Umm...I'm sorry...the name's Valdreg. What's yours?" I asked shyly.

Right as he opens his muzzle to answer, a loud voice from inside the dock calls out, "Hey! Gold! You gonna keep that poor bastard here all day with stories of your sexcapades? He needs to get going, now! That shit is hot, and needs to get out of here! Now move your ass!"

Shrugging his broad, furry shoulders, he sighs. "I never get a chance to chat with cute animals." He states, looking right at me. "Especially foxes..." He winks, then maneuvers back towards the position that is waiting to be moved onto my dollies. "Hey, if you're feeling up to it, come back here after your pull. I'd love to chat some more with you, when we have some time. Oh! And the name's Goldenpaw. Nice ta meetcha." He says, making his way back to me, and giving my left paw a fierce and hearty shake. "Don't forget to come back, now." He winks at me, then starts pushing the positions onto my dollies. Watching this dog work is like watching a masterpiece being painted: no motion is wasted, and every muscle is perfectly in sync with the rest of his toned body. I can't help but watch, and as I do, he notices me watching him. He grins, looks around, then lifts his shirt up, showing off his muscular and toned pecs and abs. I gasp, not too quietly, as my steadily decreasing erection begins to unsheathe itself, again. Noticing the movement in my shorts, he moves off the dock, between the positions, where no one can see us, and pulls down his shorts just long enough for me to see a massive cock, still sheathed, but beginning to wake up. "You're not the only one excited, fox." He pulls his shorts back to their original position, and finishes moving the positions on my dollies. "If you can't come back, or if you're done after this pull, just think of that slab of beef that's in here." He grins, then pats his crotch. "We'll have some fun in the future, I think."

Swallowing hard, I nod, get out of my tug, and make sure that all of my pins are up (I've had some bad experiences with positions falling off my dollies, so now I'm kinda OCD about it). While I pull away from the dock, I look back, and see him standing there, still giving his crotch a pat. In response, my own crotch starts to throb. Luckily for me, the positions I have go out to one of the furthest-out ramps, so I have time to calm down the beast that's trying to escape my shorts. After dropping them off, I head on back, hoping that I'd be able to talk to the sexy dog at least one more time. However, upon returning, the outbound supervisor that I work for tells me that it's time to go home. Fuck. And here I wanted to see more of what that dog could show me. Oh well...I've got some good material for tonight, if El's awake. He'd love to hear about the sexy fucker that I had the fortune to see/meet. Grinning to myself, my tail wagging happily, I make my way to my car, and make my way home.

Quietly opening the door to our apartment, I notice that all the lights are out, and El is nowhere to be seen. Gods damn it all. The polar bear's sound asleep, I think to myself. As if on cue, I hear El snore loudly, and the floorboards above my head creak as he shifts in his sleep. Oh well. Guess it's just me and Mr. Goldenpaw in my imagination, tonight. Not that it's a bad thing...WOOF. Grinning, I sit down on the couch, and get comfortable. Just the thought of Goldenpaw is enough to get my nethers tingling, and as I pull down my shorts, I'm not surprised to see that my cock is already half-unsheathed. Mmph. That dog. What an ANIMAL._Slowly, I pull down the sheath of my cock, and gently rub the shaft and head of my penis. _Those arms, those pecs, that ass, that fat cock...damn. What I wouldn't do to have all that right now. I can feel the excitement building in my balls, as this has been building up for most of the night. In my mind's eye, I see myself, naked, lounging on the couch. Goldenpaw comes in, also naked, and gets on his knees immeadiately, cock and balls bouncing ever so suggestively.

"Such a sexy fucking fox." He says, licking my cock with his tongue. "What I would do to you..." He winks, then takes my entire prick into his hungry muzzle. I gasp, shuddering with obvious desire and need. He continues sucking, using his left paw to also jerk me cock as he sucks, while his right paw gently squeezes both of my balls. I let him do this for a while, enjoying the sensation of his muzzle wrapped around my erect member. However, not wanting to cum just yet, I stop him, lay down on the floor, and motion for him to join me.

_ "I want to suck that huge slab of beef you've got there, dog. Now come here and suck me off while I suck on you." I smile, bouncing my pre-cum leaking dick as I do so. His tail happily wagging, he does so, positioning himself comfortably. Putting his huge member right into my muzzle, with his balls right above my face, I gasp as he inserts my cock into his muzzle, at the same time. "Fuck, dog...you sure know what you're doing, don't you?" I moan, as his tongue finds a sensitive area under the head of my dick. I feel his head nod, and then his tongue finds another place to probe. I moan again, louder this time. The way this is going, I'm not going to last very long._

_ This apparently wasn't a problem, as not long after I thought this to myself, his entire body convulses, and he moans, my cock still in his muzzle. His balls pull up, throbbing against my face, and he blasts his load into my mouth. Being a good fox, I gulp down every last drop of his delicious cum, feeling it hit my stomach. This alone was enough to make me shoot my load into his muzzle, although he takes my cock out of his muzzle at the last minute, let my load splash all over his face. He gets up, and pulls me to my feet, my semen still dripping off his face, and onto his studly pecs. Before I can say a word, he grabs my face, pulling it close, and kisses me deeply, passionately, while also giving me a taste of myself, something I've never done before._

_ "Such a good fucking fox..." He states, licking his chops._

_ _ At this point, my imagination was a bit too much, as I cry out, rather loudly, and shoot my load all over my belly. Expended after such a experience, I lay back on the couch, completely exhausted. Looking up, I see El sitting in the middle of the stairway, grinning from ear to ear. "Having fun, foxybutt? Your...pleasure woke me up." Grinning harder, I can see that he's pawing at his erect cock, which is already spewing forth pre-cum in large amounts. "Think you've got enough energy left to make this bear fall asleep again? And sleep really well?" He winks at me, motioning me to follow him up to our bedroom.

Smiling broadly, I think to myself, Well now...I'm fucked. Oh well. I follow my polar bear, ready for whatever he has in store, and to also tell him about the sexy dog I found at work. Hopefully,_I think to myself, whilst grinning evilly, W_e can all meet up and have a nice threesome...

To be continued...