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Eric and Laila: The First Time

When Eric first met Laila, he thought she was too good to be true. Well, they hadn’t met exactly, more like found each other on a BDSM forum. In the “Other Fetishes” section. In a piss thread, no less. He thought the username looked familiar, but he was obviously suspicious when a user claiming to be female PM’d him about one of his posts describing a really fucked-up fantasy and asked what location he lived in, because it sounded exciting.

His first thought was that it was a spambot or some other scammer, but no, he checked the post history and it was legit... and some of the stuff she was talking about sounded kind of hot. But he was reluctant to provide that kind of personal information in case it was something shady, and the next couple messages were a back-and-forth of slowly narrowing it down from the state to the general metro area.

She just invited him to roleplay with her over instant messaging at first, though, and then, finally, linked to a dating site profile. That was when Eric got the first shock.

She was an animal.

Or at least, she was an anthro, what some called a furry. There was a lot of argument on the net over whether “animal” was politically correct or not. Eric had kind of suspected since she’d mentioned having a tail a couple times, but it didn’t seem like she was exactly advertising it. He’d never gone out with a furry girl before, and he had a lot of questions and misgivings that it seemed rude to actually ask anyone... like whether their fur had the same nasty texture as human pubic hair if you went down on them. There were some things you just couldn’t tell from watching Pornhub on a romantic night with your hand. But if he thought about it – and he did, for quite a while before he worked up the courage to ask her out – it hadn’t changed anything about his attraction to her, because he hadn’t really had a clear picture of what she looked like before.

No, he was even more into her now because of it, Eric had to admit, even though he didn’t think of himself as a shallow guy. Looks weren’t everything, but they were something, and he’d never expected her to be this hot. No, more than that, she was beautiful. She was a fennec fox with the most adorable fluffy tan face, long whiskers and eyelashes and longer fuzzy ears, and huge soulful blue eyes. And it wasn’t like he wouldn’t have gone on the date anyway. He couldn’t say he was purely attracted to her personality beforehand, because he wanted to find someone who was into the same... less than popular kinks as him, and what she’d talked about wanting to do to him and what she wanted done to her was like a dream come true. But she was witty, seemed nice, and... well, he liked her. But that face... that face had captivated him so much he didn’t even notice that she’d never posted a photo below the neckline even when the exchanged dated selfies, until he walked into the restaurant and found a creature barely half his height sitting at the reserved table, in a booster seat.

“Uhh… hi?” Eric looked nervously around the restaurant. Nobody seemed to be giving them weird looks so far, but… “No offense, but… you are Laila, right? It’s just that you don’t quite look like what I was expecting.”

Laila tensed, and her ears went flat. “Yeah. Do you want to see my ID or something?” She stared at the floor, and looked like she was going to cry as she slowly reached for her purse.

“Shit!” Eric swore under his breath. That wasn’t meant to be out loud. Now people were giving them looks, and she’d definitely heard him. “I’m sorry, I know this sounds kind of douchey, but when you said petite I was picturing like… 5’2” or 5’1”. It’s just a little surprising is all.” Yes, he immediately thought, that sounded very douchey. Why had he just blurted it out?

“Wait. Ohhh… dude, I meant petite for a fennec fox. I thought you knew what that meant!”

Eric looked at her blankly. Laila rolled her eyes. She slid out of her seat and rummaged in her purse, but instead of producing her wallet, she pulled out a phone and started typing rapidly. “Hang on a sec… here.”

She waved the phone in his face – which meant holding it above her head.

“Anthro Fennec... average height... three foot eleven for men, three foot nine for women?” he read.

“Yeah. We’re... kinda small.”

“Oh. Yeah, sorry, I was... how big a dumbass am I for not knowing?”

“A little bit of one, but... never mind, it’s my fault for not posting better photos. I’ve just... had some bad reactions from bigger guys, and I was like...”

“Like, how bad are we talking? Worse than mine?”

“What? Oh, yeah, worse than yours. Mostly just insults, but there was this one dude who acted like he thought he was on To Catch a Predator or something.”

Eric grimaced. Something like that had briefly crossed his mind from seeing just her head and shoulders over the edge of the table, but looking at her standing in front of him, her proportions were clearly adult: just more animalistic than most anthro animals he saw. She was skinny and not exactly large in the chest department, but her breasts were still noticeable through her shirt. He was going to guess B or C Cup, then he remembered that he had no idea how bra sizes worked, and who knew if they even worked the same for fennec foxes. And she had curves. Curves that really tempted him to use the pickup line about lying tangent to them. But that was low-hanging fruit, and it was too forward for a first date. They were both looking for a serious relationship, not just a hookup.

“Yikes. That sucks.” He shuffled awkwardly to his chair. “Sorry, I was just a little surprised is all. You look good, by the way.” He picked up his menu and skimmed through it. “You said you’ve been here before, right? Do you know if the lemon grilled salmon’s any good?”

“Not sure.” Laila climbed back into her chair with surprisingly little effort considering how high the booster seat was. She looked at her own menu for a bit, but the awkward silence was broken when she leaned forward over the table with a cheeky grin. ““You know, there is a good thing about being my height.” Eric put down his menu and leaned forward himself, meeting her halfway. Well, a little more than halfway. She whispered into his ear: “It’s really easy on my knees.”

Never mind. Eric was glad they hadn’t ordered drinks yet, because he’d have spit his out everywhere. Now they were getting weird looks because there was some dipshit at table seven (him, that is) trying not to fall off his chair laughing like an idiot. And then she had the nerve to try to play innocent and claim it was because having less weight to carry was easier on her joints.

“Goddamnit... I thought I ruined this date, but you’re someone who likes dick jokes?” he teased. “What’s next? Puns?” (He knew both accusations were true from their text exchanges. Hell, he’d made plenty of awful puns himself.)

“How is that a dick joke? Are you saying there’s something sexual about me being short?” she teased.

“Uhhhhh… I plead the fifth.”

“Did that innocent statement make you imagine us standing… face to waist?”

“Are you implying it does?” Eric deflected, because the accusation was 100% true.

She smirked. “I plead the fifth.”

“You can’t do that, you’re the prosecution!” Eric argued, failing miserably at keeping a straight face. He couldn’t make eye contact with the smug little fox sitting across from him. Then it hit him: “Hey, wait a minute, that was a pun! Check please!”

“That wasn’t a pun, that was shameless flirting!” she replied. Eric’s eyes met hers, and his clever rebuttal was replaced by giggling.

Despite that, and quite a few more dirty jokes, it wasn’t until the fourth date that Laila asked to come back to Eric’s place. He was surprised that she chose his place at first, because the fennec seemed pretty safety-conscious. Probably not unreasonably; Eric couldn’t imagine he would’ve felt totally safe dating someone ten feet tall. It would’ve been like going out with a car. But she pointed out that if he went to her place he’d know where she lived.

“Plus,” she said, “My bed’s like... I think it might actually be a toddler bed. You wouldn’t fit.”

“Or I might break it.”

“Ohh... if things go well tonight you might break yours,” Laila said with half-closed eyelids.

It started out as Netflix with the strong implication of future chill. They’d discussed what they were going to do a bit on the drive home, as “practice” for some of the kinkier stuff that might come once they got to know each other better, but it was just that. It felt weird to talk about having sex as “practice,” but it kind of was, in the same way that jumping out of an airplane with nothing but a parachute was practice for jumping off a building with nothing but a parachute. Except one was fun, one was suicide with extra steps, as far as Eric was concerned. But bad bondage play could also be suicide with extra steps, hence the need to make sure they could trust each other.

They made it through almost a whole movie actually paying attention, but Laila was getting sleepy, leaning against Eric with her soft, warm, fuzzy body.

“Sorry in advance if this is insulting,” he began. “But do you, uhh... like getting your ears scritched? Not saying that because I think you’re an animal or something, just...”

Laila gave a soft sigh that was almost a moan. “I am an animal,” she said softly. “And yes, oh my god... I have been sitting through three dates with you waiting to hear that you want to pet me. Please pet me, okay, it makes me feel... the fuck is it... desirable... ohhh, man that feels good. My scalp’s been so tense, work sucked ass today...”

“Same here. Oh my god, you’re so soft... this feels so relaxing!”

“See? I told you...” Laila mumbled. “Seriously, I wanna be irresistible... I want you to want to pet me and hug me and take me home as a pet, and put a little collar with a bell on me...”

“I thought we weren’t doing that the first time.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Laila had almost melted into Eric’s arms by then. “But you can at least pet me, right?”

“Of course I can pet you, you’re just such a cute widdle vixen! Hey, are you purring?”

“Mmm hhmmm...”

And then the idea struck him. “Hey... do fennecs like getting their tummies scritched too?”

She just groaned and rolled over, stretching out across his lap. At first, he rubbed slowly and gently, through her shirt, but she tugged it up. Eric’s heart revved like a drag racer. Her stomach was toned and flat under the fuzzy cream-white fur, but four small, flat, pink nipples peaked out. No, six, and then presumably two more on her actual breasts, although she hadn’t lifted her shirt that high.

“Yeah... that feels great... maybe a little higher?” Laila glanced at the movie. “Uhh... what the fuck was happening?”

“I dunno, I haven’t been paying attention for a while.”

“Oh well. Higher.”

His hand ended up under her shirt, gently brushing against a soft bra. He started to sneak a finger under, but Laila had other ideas.

“Lower.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No, I didn’t mean stop, just... lower.”

“Oh. Is this fine?”

“It’s good, but... maybe a little lower. Lower... lower...”

“I’m below the belly button already, how much lower can I...”

She opened her eyes and looked up at him seductively. She started to run her hand over his shirt. “Lower."

“Well, I can’t say no to a face like that.” Eric went lower, barely brushing the comfy shorts she’d changed into at first. He felt her body heat through the fabric.

“Mmff... ha ha! Damnit, you’re tickling me a little!” Laila clamped her thighs onto his hand. “Not quite that gently!”

“What if I want to tickle you?”

“I thought we weren’t doing that the first time?”

“Oh. Okay.” Eric shrugged, and began to run his fingers along the crotch of her shorts with more and more force, and faster and faster. She wiggled and arched her back, moving her shoulders back and forth on his lap... and he felt himself start to rise against her back.

“Uhh... don’t look now, but this massage might end up a bit lubricated if you keep doing that,” he warned.

“Ohh, I know. Don’t worry about it, just... keep going until you feel a wet spot.”

“I do feel a wet spot.”

“Huh? But I haven’t...” She jumped up. “Oh. In your pants. Uhh... is this the part where I find out you’re one of those guys who cums in five minutes?”

“No, because I warned you to make sure I didn’t.”

“Oh.” She leaned against him again, but guided his hand back to her own crotch. “Screw it, are you sick of this yet?”

“Never.”

“Seriously? This movie sucks.”

“Ohh... you meant the movie? No, yeah, it sucks.”

“Wanna turn it off and go to bed? I’m really tired...”

“Is this the part where I find out where you’re one of those girls who teases you and then falls asleep?”

“What? No! I meant I want you to carry me.”

“What, like by the tail?”

“Jesus fuck! No! That’d hurt like-” She trails off, and her expression goes from shock to what’s clearly fantasizing. “I’d let you pull it but I thought we weren’t doing that the first time!”

They both burst out laughing, and didn’t calm down until Eric dropped her onto the soft mattress. Then she provided her own “Pomf!” sound effect that sounded more like a yip, and after that it took a while for them to regain control of themselves. At least, in one way. In others...

“Do you need help undressing, too?” Eric asked with a smirk.

“No, I’m a big girl, I’ve got this.” Laila pulled her shirt up over her head, then wriggled her shorts down her lithe legs, until they were around the balls of her feet. Her ankles were a few inches off the mattress. “Actually, you know what, I changed my mind. I might need some help.”

Eric was down to his boxers too by this point, and they were starting to bulge again seeing the attractive vixen in just her bra and her white, dinosaur-patterned panties. He started to say something, but she flipped him off. He retaliated by pretending not to know which direction to pull them off.

“Ow, fuck, Jesus Christ don’t give me a wedgie!”

“Sorry. Do you want me to make it better?” Eric asked, and started to rub again until he felt a wet spot. It didn’t take that long.

Like a true gentleman, he had to roll her on her stomach to find out her bra was strapless, but that was an opportunity for another massage. Lower, and lower down her back, a bit past the base of her tail.

He removed his own boxers first, figuring they might end up a bit tight to remove in a little bit. Not really, but a guy could dream, couldn’t he? Laila, though... she knelt, and smoothly guided his hand into place, and after the third or fourth jittery, awkward try the final garment slid down.

She truly was a glorious sight, wearing nothing but the fur coat she’d been born in and a sultry smile. She lay back on the sheets, barely heavy enough to dent the mattress, her legs apart and her luxuriously fluffy tail wagging.

Even before the words left his mouth Eric knew he was setting himself up. “Uhh... is it going to fit?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I walked into that didn’t I?”

“Yep. Sorry, I had to.”

“I mean, I wasn’t thinking about it but since you’re so small is it... safe?”

“Yeah, I mean... if you go in dry it’d hurt, but...” She reached down to her crotch. “I’ve, like... practiced. There’s humans who can take dildoes way bigger than a human gets, right? I’ve got a toy that’s about your size. Although, maybe I do wanna be a bit wetter first...”

Laila did get a bit wetter first. In fact, Eric decided, given the warning about guys who cum in five minutes, to make sure she got off first just to be on the safe side. Easier said than done. He could at least find her clit, but that didn’t mean he actually knew what he was doing. But after over an hour, and Laila saying she wished she’d brought her vibrator, but clarifying she still wanted him to learn to use it on her, the fennec physically guided his hand through the motion, and finally collapsed into an adorable, shuddering heap.

“Okay... okay... okay!” she panted. “Now... now fuck me silly!”

Eric was still nervous about accidentally injuring his tiny partner, especially with his full weight bearing down on top of her. But he knew from countless discussions that she liked it rough, and after a bit of encouragement, and the look of bliss on her face when he first pinned one of her wrists to the mattress, he gave in to his lust for the fennec. Taking it slow didn’t mean totally vanilla. And she was a licker, and a biter, gently nibbling on his face while she groaned and gasped.

He made it five minutes, but not much longer.

“I’m sorry...” he sighed as he climbed off of her. “You said you wanted faster and you’re just... you’re just so hot it was hard not to!”

“Never mind...” Laila got to her feet, stickiness dripping onto Eric’s sheets. “Better luck next time, I guess. At least you’ve got some volume.”

“I’ll have you know I didn’t jack off since the night before last.”

“Wow, what an accomplishment. Do you think you’ve got another load like this in you, though?”

“Do you think you can take another?”

She shrugged. “Sure. I might get a little messy, but that’s the point, right? In my mouth... on my face...”

“Oh, you’re going straight to blowjobs the first time? That’s a little adventurous, isn’t it?”

“Well, only if you’re willing to return the favor.”

“Uhh...” Eric looked down at the sticky mess he’d made of her crotch. “Can we clean up a little first? I’m not saying a hard no to doing that ever, but like... I don’t know, I don’t feel like going that far tonight.”

“All right, we can clean me up,” Laila conceded. “I’ll clean you up like an animal." She stuck her tongue out and licked her lips. She staggered towards the bathroom, and motioned for Eric to follow. “Come on.”

Eric was still in the post-orgasm daze, and didn’t quite know what was going on until the vixen lifted the toilet lid.

“You know, you should always pee after sex,” she says, clambering onto the seat with some difficulty. “Want to watch?”

This time, Eric didn’t even try to pretend he wasn’t interested. A stupid grin spread across his face. They’d met in a thread about piss play, so this wasn’t exactly surprising. It had worked its way into most of their chatroom roleplay sessions. It was by far both of their biggest kink except maybe bondage, and Eric had had plenty of fantasies about this, and much, much more, with her. But so soon? “On the first time?”

“Hey, I’m just going in the toilet. How much more vanilla do you want?”

“Okay, fine, fair enough. But just so you know, when you’re in my apartment you don’t get to ask if I want to watch. This is my bathroom, so you don’t get any privacy.”

“Oohh...” Laila quivered a little. “Now you’re getting spicy... but are you sure you wanna let me use the bathroom here at all?"

“You know... that’s a good point.” Eric’s heart started to pound, especially when he thought back and realized Laila hadn’t used the bathroom since the restaurant. “Be careful what you wish for, foxie. Are you saying you want me to revoke your bathroom privileges? Don’t get too used to using my toilet then.”

“Oh, no, anything but that!” Laila’s tail started to wag excitedly. “Oh, wow... okay, seriously, you had better not get used to watching me pee in your toilet then, because this might be the last time... if you know what I mean.” She grinned and batted her eyelids exaggeratedly.

“Wow, uhh... okay, you’re really wanting to move fast with this, aren’t you?” Eric scratched his head nervously. “This is, uhh... I mean, it’s just so... crazy. I’ve... never even brought up having a pee fetish with a girl until at least a few months into the relationship before!”

“I know, right?” Laila giggled. “I don’t wanna just shit-talk my exes, but... ugh. I’m a little nervous about even doing it. It’s been about a year since I peed in front of an actual live person before, and the last guy watched me a couple times, but it was really like he was just doing it to be nice and he wasn’t really into it. He just kind of zoned out the whole time.”

“It’s all right, take your time.”

Laila sighed, and lowered one eyebrow. “Okay, so I... really like that trying really hard to not make me feel pressured, but you’re starting to make me worry that you aren’t actually capable of being dominant in real life, and... you know how it’s no fun peeing when you don’t actually have to go and there’s no pressure in your bladder?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s kind of like that without any emotional... anything. What you were just doing, with the toilet privileges? That was nice. Like, not a full roleplay thing, but... make me feel at least a little submissive.”

“All right. Sorry. I’m just... I’m a little nervous too. The last girl I asked to pee in front of me said ‘maybe some other time’ and then ghosted me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay...” Get into it... it was just like all the roleplays they’d done, wasn’t it? And this, and more, had been the subject of his fantasies for so long... “Okay, then how do you like this? You’re going to completely humiliate yourself by peeing right in front of me, and I’m going to be watching you the whole time like you’re... like you’re a dog or something, and then I’m gonna make you choke on my -”

“Piss?” Laila’s eyes practically sparkled.

Eric hurriedly shook his head. Too fast... too fast... “No, just my uhh... my dick.” He pointed down at the flaccid sausage between his legs. “You haven’t even earned the privilege of being marked with my piss yet.” He was pretty sure he’d directly quoted an RP there. He’d imagined himself sounding way cooler, but a save was a save.

“Okay, well, you’re... trying at least.” Laila sighed. She placed one hand on her belly and closed her eyes. “Okay, so if I wanna be a good pet, I have to just... pee right in front of you? Like this?”

Eric couldn’t respond. All the blood had suddenly drained from his brain as the moment he’d been waiting for arrived. The silence of the bathroom was broken by the rush of liquid. It started with a few drips, then a surprisingly powerful stream of deep yellow urine flowed from the little vixen’s beautiful fuzzy vulva, pouring into the toilet bowl with a loud hiss. That golden fountain... right from between her slim legs as she perched on the seat, trembling a little. He couldn’t believe he was actually watching her relieve herself right in front of him.

“Ahhh...” Laila sighed in relief, and opened her innocent blue eyes. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. “Am I doing it right?”

“I dunno... I’m not sure you drank enough water.”

“I’m a fennec, it’s fine... but I can drink more if you want me to. I don’t even have to go that badly. It still feels nice letting this out, though...”

“I bet it does... Jesus, are you serious? There’s so much!”

“Oh, yeah.” Laila’s stream was gentle, a relaxing waterfall into the now completely yellow toilet water, but it was still a lot of liquid. “Trust me, I can hold a lot more than this.”

“Really? How big is your bladder?”

“Probably bigger than yours,” she said. “You know what, I’ll make a bet that it is bigger than yours. The winner gets to empty theirs all over the loser.”

“Are you trying to get me to throw the contest?” Eric asked as the fennec’s stream finally petered out.

“No, I don’t need any unfair advantages.” Lail shook herself a little and clambered down from the toilet. “So... I think you said something about choking me?”