Stressful Release
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- * * It had been a stressful day. Muskie had been running around from place to place, doing this and that, Cleaning, Writing, Gaming, Rendering, Mapping, Tinkering.. His room was a jumble of cables and boxes, ans so was his computer, virtually. aah, Such is the life of a geek. The Brown-Furred Rat sat down on his bed, dejected. He'd been trying unsucessfully for the last 2 days to fix his net connection, and had just about had enough. He whined, laying down and closing his eyes, sighing, and letting his mind run free for a bit, until his thoughts turned a little lewd, as most teenager's thoughts do. He sighed once again, running a paw over his muzzle, stroking his whiskers, and then moving up to rub his ears softly, letting out a low groan of pleasure. His ears had always been sesitive, and a few times he'd brought himself to orgasm simply by rubbing the soft, pink insides of his ears. He churred softly, bringing his other paw down, pulling his pants down over his sheath to expose the brown-furred appendage, and rubbing over it softly, murring at the feel of his paw rubbing over the sensitive skin. He moaned as he drew back his sheath, squeezing the hardening length inside until with a soft pull, his 8 inch ebony length was revealed. He looked down on it, always admiring himself, knowing that black cocks were rare among any furs other than horses.. He knew of one other though, and it was he who he thought of while he stroked his rathood slowly, the white fox in his mind lowering himself onto his length, stroking his own darkly contrasting length as the rat pumped into him. Muskie accellerated his mental image of the fox as the speed of his stroking increased until he was pumping into him, the vulpine bouncing rapidly on his ebony length, his tail wrapping around the foxes waist. As he stroked his ears firmly he imagined the fox kissing him deeply, groaning as he shared his tongue with the fox, his ears sending jolts of pleasure to his cock and balls, until finally, with a whimper and a strangled yelp, he visibly convulsed, sending his cum deep into the fox in his imagination, and spurting it accross his chest and onto his muzzle in reality as he imagined the fox spurting his own seed onto the rat, groaning out the foxes name in passion before his orgasm began to ebb away, relaxing and panting softly on the bed. He curled up around a pile of blankets he always snuggled for comfort, pulled a quilt over himself, and closed his eyes, silently imagining the white fox in his arms.. "Thanks, Ian.."