# Ferret

Author: SwampRat
Tags: Ferret, Fox, M/M

FERRET.TXT  
  
Another 'Piece of Tale' from Twilite  
By SwampRat  
(c) 1980 Betal  
1990 The Brotherhood Of Pan  
(cl) 1997 Gay Furry Association  
  
This is one of the oldest stories I have ever written. And it probably shows. :\>  
  
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Rasha was drunk. The little jug sloshed by his side, almost empty. He took  
another swig, spilling it down his chin.. almost. A tongue whipped out, pulling  
the stray drops back in faster than a guard before the commandant. He weaved  
down the road. If the patch of dirt could be called such. Very few creatures  
paid the animal any mind. A sudden urge hit. His bladder thought it's master  
had died and forgotten it. So it was going to unload. Now! 'Shit..' He found a  
convenient alleyway, still having the presence of mind to scan for thieves. It  
was deserted.. The creature blearily opened his pants, letting them puddle, as  
he held his dick out. Just in time.. Piss streamed out, wetting the dry boards.  
The ferret grunted. "Mmmmm.." At last the flood stopped. He squeezed the last  
drops out.. then stood, idly playing with himself. Damn! Rasha would have to  
find a wench soon, or Rasha would be jerking off again.. The jug tipped in a  
very unsteady paw. It spilled on his erection. Shit! The stuff was Much too  
expensive to waste..  
  

  The nimble creature bent over, cleaning the booze off. His tongue scraped over  
the cock-head. Two things happened at once. The tip flared, making the maleness  
jerk, and a mule called Pleasure kicked his spine through the roof of his  
skull. Rasha groaned, paw carefully putting the jug beside him. Then it latched  
onto his swelling balls, fondling them. The other clamped around the hilt of  
the thick penis. Rasha lapped his fist, his cock, and the air, groaning every  
time tongue and flesh met. The firework display behind his eyes had to work  
overtime as pleasure hunched his hips.  
  
\* \* \* \*  
  
Fahm sighed as he closed up the shop. If only his sex-life was as good as  
business was today.. Fuck the little squirrel! Let him stay with that bastard  
Rott.. The fox sighed again. Cursing his ex-lover made him feel no better. He  
placed the key in a waist pocket, and made his way up the street. His nuts  
ached.. Fahm was too used to having a warm body to press against at night. A  
horny animal to fondle by day. When business was slow, they would disappear  
into the back room, and play with each other until a customer came. Or they  
did... Shit!! Maybe a drink, and a knothole.. Fahm laughed. A knothole! He was  
about halfway to the pub, when he heard noises coming from a dark alleyway. The  
fox knew those moans and groans by heart. Somebody was getting it on, Hot and  
Heavy! He had to take a peek. Perhaps they might be talked into a 3-some.. He  
quietly made his way up the alley, then stopped. The wain light showed a furry  
creature, obviously drunk, lapping at a wall. Fahm grinned at his fortune.  
Perhaps the sodden one would pass-out, and the fox could vent some of his  
pent-up desire on it. Hell, Anything was better than a knothole! He moved  
closer.. And forgot about everything, but the horsecock that was being beaten  
to death. Fahm decided to take matters into his own hands.. And Mouth.  
Malenesses like those were what fox-dreams are made of.  
  

  \* \* \* \*  
  
Rasha jumped when he felt a paw stroke his ass. A well-dressed fox with the  
greenest eyes he had ever seen was standing beside him. One slim paw dropped  
down to gently stroke his aching erection, while the other continued to comb  
his butt-fur. Rasha smiled, turned slowly, placing his back against a cool  
stone wall. He was sauced enough not to care.. As long as the animal continued  
to play with him. The fox now used both paws on the huge piece of male-meat.  
Fahm was in heaven. He knelt, lapping at the ball-sack hanging down quite  
nicely. They swelled in his mouth as he sucked on them, rolling the nuts around  
with his tongue. Their owner gave out a groan of pleasure. "I am Fahm." The  
ferret nodded, panting. "Rasha.." He rubbed the pointed ears, then groaned as a  
warm muzzle took his cock head in. He looked down, watching, not believing what  
was taking place. He took another swig, then Gently laid the jug down. Patting  
it.  
  
\* \* \* \*  
  
Fahm watched, waiting until the ferret was again leaning on the wall then  
sucked on the thick cock, rolling the big balls in his paws, gnawing on the  
piece of meat when the ferret was stingy with his seed. He cajoled, kissed,  
swallowed the not-so-clean monster, not caring one bit as long as it blew down  
his gullet. "Please," he whispered, stroking the big dick, rubbing it along his  
muzzle, Please blow for me." He quickly gobbeled it down his throat again when  
he felt a very familiar throb in the shaft.  
  

  \* \* \* \*  
  
Rasha couldn't believe what the fox was doing.. Or how Good it felt! Even  
through his haze-fogged brain the pleasure was almost too much. He gripped the  
fence behind him arching up, balls moving. Then he went blind as his seed blew  
out his cock being swallowed greedily by the fox. He gripped the fence, hips  
moving, shuddering from ears to tail. 'Damn, But this Queer fox is Good!'  
  
  
\* \* \* \*  
  
Fahm licked off the last drops and gently stuffed the cock back into the worn  
trowsers. "I walk past here every day.." Rasha grinned. He wasn't about to say  
no to free sex.. "I shall make \*Hic\* a point of.. Coming here more often.." His  
claws were sunk in the wood behind him. Damn rights he would come here again.  
The fox stood, dusted off his pants. And made a mental note to put a small pot  
of oil in his vest pocket.. Next time he would show the ferret how a  
gentlebeing takes it up the ass. The ferret found himself almost sober. He  
shook the jug.. Still half full. Hmmm... He grinned, thinking how the red tail  
would look draped over his thighs.. "Wait, Kind sir.." The tailor halted.  
"Yes?" The animal came up to him. "I am in need of a good pair of pants (And  
this jug is but half empty).. How much to take my measure?" The fox grinned..  
"(That I have already done).. Come, my good fellow. Let us retire to my shop  
and we shall see what can be done for you.." And with that, they went back to  
the shop. And neither were seen for 3 days after.. Heard, Yes. But not seen.  
  

  The End

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