{"sf1_id":196,"sf2_id":"q1xGXMZn","title":"Ferret","author":"SwampRat","words":1143,"posted_at":"2002-11-06T18:19:00.000Z","tags":["Ferret","Fox","M/M"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/196-ferret","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1xGXMZn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=196\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"FERRET.TXT  \n  \nAnother 'Piece of Tale' from Twilite  \nBy SwampRat  \n(c) 1980 Betal  \n1990 The Brotherhood Of Pan  \n(cl) 1997 Gay Furry Association  \n  \nThis is one of the oldest stories I have ever written. And it probably shows. :\\\u003e  \n  \n=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=  \n  \nRasha was drunk. The little jug sloshed by his side, almost empty. He took  \nanother swig, spilling it down his chin.. almost. A tongue whipped out, pulling  \nthe stray drops back in faster than a guard before the commandant. He weaved  \ndown the road. If the patch of dirt could be called such. Very few creatures  \npaid the animal any mind. A sudden urge hit. His bladder thought it's master  \nhad died and forgotten it. So it was going to unload. Now! 'Shit..' He found a  \nconvenient alleyway, still having the presence of mind to scan for thieves. It  \nwas deserted.. The creature blearily opened his pants, letting them puddle, as  \nhe held his dick out. Just in time.. Piss streamed out, wetting the dry boards.  \nThe ferret grunted. \"Mmmmm..\" At last the flood stopped. He squeezed the last  \ndrops out.. then stood, idly playing with himself. Damn! Rasha would have to  \nfind a wench soon, or Rasha would be jerking off again.. The jug tipped in a  \nvery unsteady paw. It spilled on his erection. Shit! The stuff was Much too  \nexpensive to waste..  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The nimble creature bent over, cleaning the booze off. His tongue scraped over  \nthe cock-head. Two things happened at once. The tip flared, making the maleness  \njerk, and a mule called Pleasure kicked his spine through the roof of his  \nskull. Rasha groaned, paw carefully putting the jug beside him. Then it latched  \nonto his swelling balls, fondling them. The other clamped around the hilt of  \nthe thick penis. Rasha lapped his fist, his cock, and the air, groaning every  \ntime tongue and flesh met. The firework display behind his eyes had to work  \novertime as pleasure hunched his hips.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\* \\*  \n  \nFahm sighed as he closed up the shop. If only his sex-life was as good as  \nbusiness was today.. Fuck the little squirrel! Let him stay with that bastard  \nRott.. The fox sighed again. Cursing his ex-lover made him feel no better. He  \nplaced the key in a waist pocket, and made his way up the street. His nuts  \nached.. Fahm was too used to having a warm body to press against at night. A  \nhorny animal to fondle by day. When business was slow, they would disappear  \ninto the back room, and play with each other until a customer came. Or they  \ndid... Shit!! Maybe a drink, and a knothole.. Fahm laughed. A knothole! He was  \nabout halfway to the pub, when he heard noises coming from a dark alleyway. The  \nfox knew those moans and groans by heart. Somebody was getting it on, Hot and  \nHeavy! He had to take a peek. Perhaps they might be talked into a 3-some.. He  \nquietly made his way up the alley, then stopped. The wain light showed a furry  \ncreature, obviously drunk, lapping at a wall. Fahm grinned at his fortune.  \nPerhaps the sodden one would pass-out, and the fox could vent some of his  \npent-up desire on it. Hell, Anything was better than a knothole! He moved  \ncloser.. And forgot about everything, but the horsecock that was being beaten  \nto death. Fahm decided to take matters into his own hands.. And Mouth.  \nMalenesses like those were what fox-dreams are made of.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\* \\* \\* \\*  \n  \nRasha jumped when he felt a paw stroke his ass. A well-dressed fox with the  \ngreenest eyes he had ever seen was standing beside him. One slim paw dropped  \ndown to gently stroke his aching erection, while the other continued to comb  \nhis butt-fur. Rasha smiled, turned slowly, placing his back against a cool  \nstone wall. He was sauced enough not to care.. As long as the animal continued  \nto play with him. The fox now used both paws on the huge piece of male-meat.  \nFahm was in heaven. He knelt, lapping at the ball-sack hanging down quite  \nnicely. They swelled in his mouth as he sucked on them, rolling the nuts around  \nwith his tongue. Their owner gave out a groan of pleasure. \"I am Fahm.\" The  \nferret nodded, panting. \"Rasha..\" He rubbed the pointed ears, then groaned as a  \nwarm muzzle took his cock head in. He looked down, watching, not believing what  \nwas taking place. He took another swig, then Gently laid the jug down. Patting  \nit.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\* \\*  \n  \nFahm watched, waiting until the ferret was again leaning on the wall then  \nsucked on the thick cock, rolling the big balls in his paws, gnawing on the  \npiece of meat when the ferret was stingy with his seed. He cajoled, kissed,  \nswallowed the not-so-clean monster, not caring one bit as long as it blew down  \nhis gullet. \"Please,\" he whispered, stroking the big dick, rubbing it along his  \nmuzzle, Please blow for me.\" He quickly gobbeled it down his throat again when  \nhe felt a very familiar throb in the shaft.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\* \\* \\* \\*  \n  \nRasha couldn't believe what the fox was doing.. Or how Good it felt! Even  \nthrough his haze-fogged brain the pleasure was almost too much. He gripped the  \nfence behind him arching up, balls moving. Then he went blind as his seed blew  \nout his cock being swallowed greedily by the fox. He gripped the fence, hips  \nmoving, shuddering from ears to tail. 'Damn, But this Queer fox is Good!'  \n  \n  \n\\* \\* \\* \\*  \n  \nFahm licked off the last drops and gently stuffed the cock back into the worn  \ntrowsers. \"I walk past here every day..\" Rasha grinned. He wasn't about to say  \nno to free sex.. \"I shall make \\*Hic\\* a point of.. Coming here more often..\" His  \nclaws were sunk in the wood behind him. Damn rights he would come here again.  \nThe fox stood, dusted off his pants. And made a mental note to put a small pot  \nof oil in his vest pocket.. Next time he would show the ferret how a  \ngentlebeing takes it up the ass. The ferret found himself almost sober. He  \nshook the jug.. Still half full. Hmmm... He grinned, thinking how the red tail  \nwould look draped over his thighs.. \"Wait, Kind sir..\" The tailor halted.  \n\"Yes?\" The animal came up to him. \"I am in need of a good pair of pants (And  \nthis jug is but half empty).. How much to take my measure?\" The fox grinned..  \n\"(That I have already done).. Come, my good fellow. Let us retire to my shop  \nand we shall see what can be done for you..\" And with that, they went back to  \nthe shop. And neither were seen for 3 days after.. Heard, Yes. But not seen.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The End  \n  \n  \n\n"}