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A Day in the Life. c. Grey K 1997

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• A Day in the Life -

I can't help but feel a sense of relaxation as I pull into

the driveway and note the presence of my other half's car and the

absence of Frank's bike. I see it's nonattendance as a golden

opportunity to spend time with one of the most important people

in my life, unhindered by what other people think. Stepping in the

door and letting the familiar smells of home waft over me, noting

the lack of noise as a sign that I may have stumbled home at just

the right time for some undisturbed quality time. Normally the

house is a war-zone of noise and people. After all there are

usually at least four of us home at any given time (looking back

I reflect that I can see why Eugene prefers to hide in the

basement).

Well enough pondering.

'Time to start my search for that certain person who's been

on my mind all day.' I thought to myself, stuffing my keys into my

hip pocket and dropping my bag next to the coat rack.

'Makes sense,' I thought walking through the living room

toward the kitchen, 'With seven people on seven different

schedules I'm bound to catch at least someone eating, after all it

is only 2:00, not bad for a late lunch.'

I found the kitchen surprisingly empty, save for a very

strong impression that our resident 'lab-rat' Eugene had been

there.

"Phew, Ugh!" Another shower-less night I assumed with a

barely contained sneeze.

Covering my nose, I resisted the urge to cough as I threw

the kitchen window open, allowing a clean breeze in. After finding

a good portion of the rest of the downstairs similarly empty I

ventured toward the staircase deciding that my silent search was

over.

"Hello? Anyone here?", I called, "Jenna? Dor, Love? You

home?"

I leaned pensively against the banister, waiting a few

seconds for a reply then turned back to the living-room. Which

looking back was a mistake because at that exact moment I found

myself tackled by a large, furry red shape.

I yelled as it struck me full on, and we landed hard,

rolling into a twisted tangle, finally coming to rest at the base

of the stairs. I found myself pinned under a familiar weight as I

tried in vain to get up and move.

"Dorien," I was panting as the wind seeped back into my

lungs, "Get_off_me." I gasped.

"What?" came the startled reply, "No please..?"

The rest was unintelligible. It degraded into laughter

as I squirmed, protesting underneath the weight that still held

me down.

"At least push my hair out of my eyes, I can't see a thing."

I complained halfheartedly. "Oh, Oops, my tail, sorry." came the

reply.

With a twitch my furry blindfold dropped away and I found

myself staring into a large pair of sparkling grey eyes. Those

belonging to Dorien, my best friend in the whole world and the love of my life.

"Still want me to get up?" he taunted, "you enjoyed this the

other night. Then again we weren't in the middle of the living room, and well, we weren't dressed either."

I nodded furiously, suddenly aware of a sharp sensation in

my hip.

"Please," I said, "I think I fell on my keys!"

I saw surprise register in Dor's eyes and he quickly shifted to allow me to both get my arms free and dislodge the car key from my left buttock.

With the stabbing sensation gone and my upper body loose, I felt free to wrap both my arms around my lover's neck and show my appreciation for his exuberant if surprising welcome. As our muzzles connected I heard another voice coming from above our heads.

"Oh God," it said, "Someone call the police. The homos're at it again! Shouldn't you be doing that out in public where you can cause the downfall of moral society better?"

I found myself bristling involuntarily till I registered the smile behind the spoken words. Without disconnecting myself from Dorien, but shifting my gaze upward I took in the upside-down face of Jenna regarding us from the second story.

A smile grew slowly on my muzzle despite the kiss I was involved in. I flipped my middle finger at our loud-mouthed friend, who burst out into peals of laughter and disappeared from sight. Finally disentangling ourselves from each other Dor and I sat up. I scanned my lover up and down taking in his flying-tackle rumpled relaxing clothes and wild hair. My nostrils flared instinctively as I scented him, drinking in his familiar fragrance.

As Jenna was coming down the stairs she stopped in mid-stride and bent down, coming back up with a pair of small oval shaped spectacles grasped in her white furred paw.

"Dorien, your glasses." she said, proffering them to Dor who perched them back on his slender muzzled face. Gesturing for him to come closer she smoothed his tousled hair and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before regarding me.

"You're home early today," she noted shooting a quick glance at my pocket watch from where it lay on the floor, having been dislodged from my jacket (on impact, I imagine).

I nodded, stooping to pick the watch up and slipped it back into my coat pocket. Then I removed my worn leather jacket and hung it in the hall closet.

"What?" she asked with a maniacal grin, "Old man Jones finally trade his lab-coat for a straight-jacket? If it's this month Dorien and Val win the pool."

I laughed and shook my head. "Nearly," I said "but no, he just let us go home early so he could squeeze in a few shots of scotch and a smoke before his next class started."

Dorien's eyes went wide, but he could tell from my smile I was kidding, barely. He hadn't had Jones' Biology class yet and from the horror stories Jen and I had cultivated I wasn't sure if he wanted to risk it.

I indicated the kitchen and asked if anyone was thirsty.

"Not me boys, I was just on my way out, but thanks anyway." Jenna swept past us and indicated the door with a gesture.

As Jen passed I felt her paw run across my rump and rub the base of my tail. She patted Dorien on the back-side as well, adding a little squeeze. She grinned as his ears flushed slightly (the closest equivalent of a visible blush as we furred anthropo-'morphs' can get to) and he moved to lean against me, putting his head on my shoulder.

"I'd love something Tai," Dorien said raising his head, "Back for dinner Jen?" he inquired, "I thought maybe we could order out as a change of pace, they just put in that new Chinese place downtown."

"I'll try guys," Jenna replied heading for the door.

She paused briefly, "That reminds me; Eugene's locked himself down in his dungeon again. After I threatened to hose him down and staple an air-freshener to his forehead. Val and Katie are still at work, should be home around seven-ish. Frank went out a little earlier but said he might crash somewhere else tonight, so he may not be home at all. Looks like you two have the run of the house for a while. Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Her last words were said around the edge of the door as she waved good-bye and winked at us. As soon as the door shut, Dorien, still at my side, steered both of us toward the kitchen. I sank down at the kitchen table with a groan as my lover crouched in front of the refrigerator, proceeding to poke around inside. I watched his fluffy, black and white accented tail sweep lightly back and forth across the floor as he scanned the contents of the fridge.

"What do you feel like, Hon?" he shot back over his shoulder at me, "We still have some of that mineral water left, but I might just have a cola."

I got up as he extracted a tapering bottle from the bottom shelf of the icebox, and came to stand behind him. "I dunno," I replied, "Did the Calico vacuum suck down all the orange-soda I bought the other day?"

"Hmm?" Dorien replied scanning the shelves, "Oh, no. Looks like Jenna missed one."

He leaned back brandishing another bottle in his right paw.

"Thanks," I said. As I took it my paw brushed over the long scar on Dorien's wrist and he flinched reflexively, nearly making me drop the bottle.

Even though Dor has had the scar for over half a decade (actually almost 8 years now), every once and a while it still dredges back painful memories for him. I saw the shock and embarrassment register on his face after he realized he had pulled away from me, even though it had been involuntary.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered "I didn't mean to jerk away like that, not from you. I would never..."

He trailed off. I could tell that my lover's eyes were damp behind his glasses as he sank to the floor next to the oven. Taking the other bottle gingerly away from Dorien and placing it on the counter, I lowered myself down next to my mate and encircled him with my arm. As I did so Dor's damp eyes overflowed and he threw his arms around my neck with a sob. I felt his paws tangling in my long hair, grasping at it as he pressed himself against me. My shirt became wet with tears and I was helpless to do anything but return my lover's embrace and just hold him till the wracking sobs subsided. Feeling Dorien's shaking slowly diminish I released my grip and looked down at his tear streaked face.

After removing my lover's glasses, and drying his face with a nearby towel, I again took Dor in my arms, with an air of genuine love and acceptance. The popular opinion that males shouldn't cry is bull-shit. I'm one of the few people who believes in the cathartic power of crying. The both of us have shed so many tears over the long time we've been partners, you'd think we wouldn't have any left to cry. I rocked my lover gently, soothingly, as we sat locked in each others arms for what didn't seem like long enough, he just recovering from crying, and I feeling as though I were about to start.

"I know you didn't mean it, I know." I whispered into Dorien's ear, as I held him against me, stroking and smoothing his hair with my paw.

"You're too good to me." he sniffled easing himself out of our embrace.

"Vice-versa." I replied.

As we continued to sit I gently took his scarred right paw into my own. I marveled at the differences in our fur-tone, his the muted scarlet and black of a fox and mine the spotted bright yellow and sandy off-white of an average cheetah. Turning his hand over in my own I gazed at the heavy scar that runs down his palm-pad and up and around his wrist nearly to mid-arm.

The dark, almost purple scar tissue showing against my lover's pale skin as it snakes through his fur. It's so ugly and loathsome, a dark, malevolent splotch on both of our lives, an excruciating reminder of the past on such a bright, gentle, wonderful spirit. I wish there was some way I could get rid of it for Dorien, but I don't love him any less because I can't. He's part of me and it's part of him, part of both of us. I would gladly take Dor's scars and bear them myself if I could, I know I've shared many of the same wounds he has. I can't reject it or I reject him, and I would never do that. We've gone through too much together for me to be caught up with little physical imperfections.

The mark on my lover's arm is a silent testament to the harrowing night when both our lives changed forever. I had been there at the hospital the night Dorien's older brother had gotten drunk past all sagacity and decided he had put up with his younger 'faggot of a brother', (as I heard he had put it), long enough. He proceeded to beat Dorien senseless, then unconscious and finally throw him through the plate glass window on the front of their house. I had seen the stitches, bruises, bandages and blood. I had seen the ghastly wounds incurred on my mate by his own brother and by the heavy shards of glass as Dor impacted the huge window.

The scar on his arm had been caused by the glass nearly slashing the veins in his wrist. I had been there when I heard the morose but kindly doctor remark it had been a near miracle that Dorien hadn't bled to death on his own front lawn. And when they had said that he would probably be able to use his disfigured paw and near mangled wrist again. Even though he had been in the hospital nearly six full weeks, the only visible reminders we had that Dor had been through Hell and back were a few large scars. Along with the gap on the tip of his left ear where part of it was torn off during the beating that nearly cost him his life.

My sister Annie, Jenna and I had all missed a lot of school during those weeks. We had all been at his side the whole way as he recovered. It wasn't long after that incident while Dorien had still been in the hospital his brother was, in some grand, twisted spirit of irony, stabbed to death during a bloody brawl with his cell-mates. Then Dor's mother, evidently not able to withstand the shattered ruins her life and household had become anymore, disappeared to parts unknown to this day.

After his stay in the hospital was over Dorien came to live with my family at the behest of my parents. We had all come to accept him as one of us. Although on Dorien and my parts our relationship had evolved into something more even before the incident, when we were more than just the best of friends in high-school. Many ancient legends claim that when we're born we only have half a soul. That the other half is contained within another person and only when we find that other half of ourselves can we truly be whole, hence the term many people use when they describe their mates or spouses as their 'better half'.

I think I knew from the start that there was something about Dorien that I loved and needed. I think we've both known from the start that we needed and deserved each other, that we were intended as soul-mates. The bonds between Dorien and myself run beyond love, beyond pain or joy or blood. Our bond runs through our souls and spirits. As I sat there remembering the pain both of us had gone through, gently caressing my lovers scarred paw, I could feel his other fingers tenderly brushing the fur on my cheek.

I broke the serene silence by slowly getting to my feet and helping Dorien up. He took the forgotten bottles in his paws once again and started to turn and walk out of the kitchen. As Dorien did so, rubbing against me, my eyes met his and I heard him say "I love you, Tai."

Before I could respond he kissed me heatedly then stated with a grin, "First one up the stairs gets control of the remote!" before bounding off in the direction of our room, tail flying behind him.

I skidded as I took the corner too fast and banged my knee hard on the doorjamb, actually seeing stars as Dor's hind-end disappeared up the stairs. Cursing as I felt pain shoot up my leg, I stumbled up the stairs and into "our" room. Dorien does have his own room just down from mine, but we normally choose to crash in mine. My room is much larger, having the couch, entertainment center and king sized bed (among other things). Dorien generally only uses his own room if company unaccustomed to or unfamiliar with our living arrangement is over. Although it took some time, all the roommates except for Franklin (who still doesn't see what a blind man couldn't miss) are comfortable with us. Although I think Eugene really just doesn't care one way or the other.

Dorien and my rooms are joined by a jack and jill bath that we share. Other than that we have one side of the house generally to ourselves. Eugene is in the basement, Val and Katie, the attic, Franklin has the second smallest of the bedrooms downstairs, well away from Dorien and I. Jenna's room and the guest room are across from ours' on the opposite side of the stair well. Reaching our room I found Dorien already stretched out on the couch in a exaggerated pose of comfort.

"What took you so damn long?" he inquired raising an eyebrow, "You'd think the cheetah morph would do better in a foot race, sheesh."

"Not when he's rearranging his lower appendages with help of resident door-jambs he won't." I replied closing the door and twisting the lock.

Most people in our household (besides Jenna) have learned to knock, especially Val after he walked in on Dor and I going at it pretty hot and heavy one time. He and I couldn't look one another in the eye for weeks afterward without his ears turning beet red. But just in case Frank came home unexpectedly I decided not to take any chances.

Lowering myself onto the edge of the sofa, I looked at my lover questioningly, absently pushing a few errant tendrils of hair out of my eyes as we spoke. "So, what do you feel like doing?" he asked, propping himself up on one elbow. He used his other hand to tickle my nose with the tip of his tail.

"First," I said with a sigh, "I think I feel like getting out of these clothes."

Walking over to the dresser I pulled out a pair of loose sweat pants and a comfortable T-shirt. I stripped off my shirt and tie, then sensing movement, I glanced over my shoulder.

I noted that Dorien had moved to the bed and was staring intently at me as I pried off my shoes and socks. Then I let my slacks drop to the floor before stepping out of them. Freeing my hair from the now ragged ponytail I had worn all day, I shook my head and let it fall down my body to its natural, near-waist, length. I shifted my hips so that my rump showed tight against the fabric of the briefs I wore, using the full length mirror in front of me to gauge my lovers reaction.

I smiled and asked, "Like what you see? You're staring hard enough to set my fur on fire Lothario."

I could see the smirk in Dorien's eyes as I turned around, proceeding to pull on the sweats as I walked toward the bed. Stopping at the edge of the bed I smiled as Dorien sat up and grabbed toward me, snatching away the shirt I held in my paws and tossing it away toward the sofa. Wrapping his arms around my waist and hauling me toward the bed, we once again embraced in a heavy kiss, lying side by side. I had felt the passion of our earlier kiss and this one was different, more intense, insistent.

With a slight widening of our muzzles I felt Dor's tongue snake across my front teeth, probing for a response. I moaned softly and acquiesced, opening myself to his subtle cues, pressing myself against him and feeling his tongue against mine. I could feel a tingling heat start in my belly and spread across me and decided at that point I needed my lover, badly. From the intensity of his kiss I could guess the feeling was mutual. Suddenly as the pressure seemed unbearable, I heard a tapping noise on the bedroom door.

Startled, we separated, both of us panting and sweating from our encounter. Steadying my breathing I listened at identifying the knock. It was a firm, steady, fast rapping, not letting up for an instant. Almost like a demented woodpecker, I nearly stated aloud.

Flashing a look at Dorien we both mouthed a single word at the same instance, "Eugene."

I irritably wondered what the little weasel wanted as I crossed the distance to the door. I twisted the lock and knob then flung open the door to reveal our resident hyperactive ferret, Eugene, standing there.

Startled at the speed at which I threw the door open, he jumped then started to speak in his flat, nasal voice.

"OH !, Hey there Tai, I hope I'm not interrupting anything importan..."

Eugene trailed off, as his large, grey tinted glasses soaked up the scene. Me, shirtless, damp and nearly panting, Dorien, now perched on the arm of the sofa, legs crossed in a suspicious manner, looking flushed and anxious. He waved to Eugene nervously.

Eugene's beady eyes went wide from their normal squint, "Ohhh, sorry, sorry..." he stammered, realization of what he'd interrupted dawning, "Anyway, Tai, do you still have your book from Professor Chaigof's course last semester, that I could..."

I didn't even let him finish before I moved toward the bookcase, located and extracted a thick textbook, then marched back to the door and practically heaved it at him.

"Ah, thanks a million Tai," Eugene gushed sickeningly as the book hit his waiting arms. "I'll just let you two get back to, uh, well, uh, that is, er, whatever it was that you, uh, were doing. Thanks again. I'll bring it back when I'm_done_with_it..." Eugene's last words were cut off by the closing door.

I stood there listening intently until I heard his footsteps recede and the faint noise of the basement door being closed, then twisted the lock again, sprinted across the room and leaped back onto the bed with a crash. I felt Dorien's weight hit a split second after my own and we renewed our embrace where we had left off. Now I could feel a pressure on my thigh as Dor moved his hips against me. Responding, I reached down and began to undo the fly on the faded and torn pair of jeans he still wore. Freeing the waist I yanked off his pants followed by his shirt revealing Dor's slim but firm body.

He was naked except for a revealing pair of green briefs that just barely restrained the raging erection he now sported thrust into the air. After removing my own clothes I pushed Dorien gently back onto the bed, running my paws down his chest and stomach, hooking my fingers in the waist of his shorts. Encouraging him to lift his hips slightly, I slipped his briefs completely off revealing his hard cock and balls. Kneeling in front of him on the bed I took his hard-on in my paw and began to slowly manipulate the shaft up and down, while I cupped and massaged his balls gently. Dor whined at me softly and I could feel the tenseness and pleasure radiating from his body, telegraphing his need loud and clear.

Dipping my head I ran my tongue slowly up his cock from base to tip. He called my name loudly as his body clenched against the unexpected sensation. Gripping my hair and sitting up, Dorien brought our faces together and soul-kissed me again. I felt our tongues slide against each other as we kissed. Breaking away and sinking back against the pillows, Dorien moaned as I resumed licking his erection, slowly and methodically massaging his stomach and thighs as I did so. I started to softly suck the tip of his cock gradually taking him deeper inside my mouth till my lips nearly brushed his balls.

I did this a few times, then pulled back and resumed stroking his length while using my muzzle on just the tip. After a while I began sucking him again in earnest. Gradually I increased the intensity of the blow-job, holding his wrists firmly at his sides to prevent him from interfering with me. Dorien started to fight my grip as he began to tense and whimper, begging me to finally get him off. I could taste the pre-cum steadily leaking out of his cock as I sucked and stroked him. Not wanting to get my lover off just yet I slowly drew Dorien flat on the bed, all the while still gently stroking him to keep him hard.

I took a large pillow from the head of the bed and placed it under his hips. Then, straddling Dorien's tail I encouraged him to bring his knees up, giving me access to his crotch and rump from the front. Getting up momentarily I retrieved a bottle of lubricant from the night-stand and returned to my position between Dorien's legs. Pouring a small amount into my paw I slowly applied some to my own hard cock and then to Dorien's exposed back-passage. I slipped my slick fingers slowly in and out of Dorien's tail-ring, caressing his insides as he squirmed and moaned. Then slowly, I eased my erect cock into him, feeling the smooth, warmth enveloping my length, making me harder than I would have believed possible.

I released my paw when I was in all the way and allowed a moment for Dor's rump muscles to adjust before slowly beginning to thrust in and out. We could both hear each others moans and feel the shaking of our tensed muscles as we pursued our climaxes. As I thrust myself in and out of Dorien's backside I leaned forward allowing my hair to fall in a cascade across his chest. I could see Dor's nipples showing through his fur, rock hard with ecstasy, his chest heaving upward as he arched his back.

My lover's flat stomach was tense as he cried out against me, paws trembling, grasping my fore-arms, his fingers and blunt claws digging into my skin hard enough to hurt. I could tell that Dor was close to screaming, eyes rolling back in his head as I rammed myself deeper into his flesh. I stroked his cock and balls hard as we coupled, watching the muscles in his neck stand out like whipcord and his ears flatten tightly against his head. I could hear Dorien whimpering through tightly clenched teeth.

My lover's eyes were clamped shut and his head was forced back against the pillows, back arched near painfully, as he gripped the bed covers in both paws. I heard the pitch of his voice change to near constant low wail interspersed with gasps for breath. As I thrust harder I could feel the familiar tingle of approaching climax spreading across my thighs and crotch washing down my stiffened tail. I drove myself into Dorien one final time as deep and hard as I could, crying out as my body convulsed, my cock tensed a final time before shooting my load deep into my lover's body.

I gripped Dorien's hips and held myself inside him as deeply as possible, feeling the slick warmth as my seed flooded into him. Recovering slightly, I began to jerk my lover off for all I was worth while still riding my own orgasm. I barely heard Dorien's frenzied cries till his body started bucking against me and jet after jet of cum splashed across my stomach, chest and face. Still moaning, I collapsed onto my lovers heaving form, my cock still hard, deep inside him. I could feel the slickness of Dorien's semen now coating both of our bodies as I slipped out of his rump, but still lay on top of him.

I opened my eyes as I felt Dorien licking my face and neck removing the products of his orgasm from me with a quick tongue-bath, which preluded another kiss. I could taste the sweet muskiness of Dorien's semen on his lips and tongue as we kissed, mixed with the smell of sweat and both our pheromones mingling in the bedroom. Sliding down Dorien's length I began to return the favor of a tongue-bath, licking his chest and stomach tasting our mingled sweat and cum.

Quickly, I moved on to his crotch but he put his hand on my head stopping me, "I have a better idea," he purred looking at me, "How about a nice hot shower, instead?"

I nodded my agreement and we slipped off the bed, nearly crawling across the carpet to reach the bathroom door, in our unwillingness to separate. I leaned against the shower wall and proceeded to turn on the water to hot as Dorien waited behind near the sink. I sighed as a gushing torrent of hot water flowed across my face from the shower head. I froze as I felt a paw flit down my tail, momentarily gripping it by the base and then move across my rump. I looked back to see Dorien standing behind me, my tail in one paw the bottle of lube in the other. I felt a wicked smile spread across my face as Dorien simply said, "My turn."

Getting up and moving to lean against the sink with my backside in the air, I felt Dorien press against me, once again sporting a diamond-cutter of a hard-on. I felt myself begin to stir again as his fingers probed at my backdoor. My body stiffened as Dorien's engorged maleness slowly worked its way into me. I gasped at the sensation, uncomfortable at first, then sliding slowly toward unadulterated ecstasy. Dorien grunted, gripping the fur at my waist and sliding himself all the way into me.

He pulled himself back and then I felt his hips slam into my rump as he began humping me hard from behind. Dorien wrapped his arms around my stomach and pressed his face against my back, moaning softly. I cried out as I felt a new sharp sensation at my nape. I realized rather quickly that Dorien had moved his face and was now biting me fiercely on the back of my neck.

This is in no way malicious, the nape, the area just above where the neck meets the shoulders, on most feline species is nearly another erogenous zone. As both Jenna and I can attest, even the hardest of bites there can almost be orgasmic. I felt Dorien's teeth sink into the tough skin on the back of my neck and nearly screeched as a wave of ecstasy flared down my arms making them tingle. I felt breathless as another savage bite caused a surge of electricity to shoot through my body. I saw stars, my cock jerking reflexively as I almost came then and there.

Just barely able to control myself from screaming I managed to issue a deep snarl and seized one of Dorien's paws proceeding to suck and bite his fingers more gently than he was savaging my neck. It was almost agonizing as Dorien, freshly aroused by my vocalization, began to thrust into me deeper and faster, biting my neck even harder. Knowing my lovers body nearly as well as my own, I could feel Dor tense the instant before he yanked himself clear of my rump. He cried out loudly as he exploded all over my backside, his cum coating the fur on my rump and thighs.

Not finished yet, however, Dorien hauled me upright then pushed me back till my waist was against the bathroom counter where the sink is. I growled loudly, still reeling from one of the hardest fucks of my life as Dorien kneeled and swallowed my rock hard shaft. My growl degraded to a meek yelp as he squeezed my balls a little too passionately. I felt my body buck, my tail thrashing against my lover's legs. Another growl escaped my lips as I grabbed Dorien by the hair, pulling his face to my crotch and shoving my cock completely down his throat. So far down that I could feel his teeth against the skin on my lower stomach before I began orgasming violently.

I could feel him nearly choke as my cock tensed and spurted cum down his throat over and over, but to my admiration he didn't pull away till my cock ceased to pulse and my body went slack. I fell, sagging against Dorien and we kissed. I could taste the stickiness of our mingled sex on his lips, and feel it in my fur as he caressed my rear. I licked Dorien's muzzle, then used my tongue to clean his face before guiding him with me into the still running shower.

I held him to me and relished the feel of the hot water as it sluiced across our bodies. I grabbed a bottle of soap from the rack behind us and we wordlessly began to wash ourselves free of the evidence of our passionate loving. Still standing beneath the water, leaning against one another, I could feel the beat of Dorien's heart as I laid my paw on his chest. It was several minutes before he broke the silence.

"God," he finally pronounced, "I've heard you growl before, but never like that."

"Well, you've never bitten my neck like that before." I replied, reaching up to massage the sore skin at my nape, then inquired, "Just where did you learn that anyway?"

"Oh, just something Jen mentioned to me the other day, I wanted to see if it was really true," he paused thoughtfully, "I see now that it evidently is. I'd have never known. From the way you yowled, though, it might have been a good thing I waited till now, when we were alone in the house to try it out."

Shutting off the water I stepped out onto the bathroom rug, feeling loose and relaxed. "Maybe I'll have to try it on you sometime, and we'll see how much foxes enjoy it."

I shot Dor a look over my shoulder to show that I meant what I said.

"Promises, promises." Dorien chuckled flicking water at me with his tail.

I stooped and retrieved two towels from below the sink. I wiped the mirror and then proceeded to rub my fur dry. After a few minutes we were both still damp but well on our way to drying.

Turning to Dor I indicated my back and asked, "Do you mind love? I can never quite reach this spot between my shoulders."

I turned, presenting my back and nape to him, holding my hair out of the way, feeling his towel rub my fur for a few moments. Then I turned back thanking him with a quick kiss before once again reaching beneath the sink and producing a small hairdryer.

As appealing as it sounds having fur can cause some nagging problems. Shedding (you think a twelve pound house cat is a problem, multiply that about 17 times and you get Jenna and I in the late spring/early summer). Getting snagged in zippers and or Velcro is agony, both my lover and I favor button fly jeans and slip-on or lace-up shoes. Most varieties of adhesives and tapes, (not to mention chewing gum!) are a living nightmare for those with fur. Then there's the small problem of getting dry quickly after swimming or bathing.

Most every furred morph I know has at least one or more hairdryers. In our household alone I've counted eight including the one I had in my hands. Dorien and I had picked it up some months back from a home-show. It was expensive, but it's powerful, efficient and what impressed us most of all, tiny and whisper quiet. For this stage in the drying out process it is usually useful(providing you're not too modest) if there's another set of hands present.

Taking a broad, flat, soft bristled brush in my paw and clicking on the drier I proceeded to run the torrent of warm air up and down Dorien's naked body smoothing his red fur and brushing it to a sheen. I finished with his body and moved up to Dor's hair running the drier over it as needed and smoothing it back with the brush. I marveled at the way his full, just-below-shoulder length, brown hair seemed to float around his head and shoulders after being washed and blown dry. It looks nice as it drifts around his face, but it usually comes to rest in his eyes. It seems as though one of us is always tucking an errant strand or two behind one of Dor's ears or back over his forehead away from his glasses.

When I was satisfied with my handiwork I dropped my own towel to the floor and relinquished the brush and drier. I relished the feel of the hot air and the brush moving over my body stopping at my neck then continuing with my hair. This took longer than Dorien's had because of the sheer length of my hair. It hangs down nearly to my waist and is very thick which makes it a prime candidate for gigantic tangles if I'm not careful.

I gazed thoughtfully at the mirror seeing the reflection of my hair as it danced in the stream of air issuing from the drier. The light whir of the machine ceased as Dorien finished. Adjusting my long hair with a paw I turned to regard Dor.

"Do you think I should keep my hair this way?" I inquired earnestly. "Maybe cut it or let it go back to its natural colour?"

My hair is normally a dusky, reddish brown with auburn highlights, similar to my sister's hair.

Currently and for the past two years or so my hair has been light green with bright green highlights that nearly hurt the eyes.

"Of course you should keep it this way." Dorien replied, "I love the length and you dyed it that way for a reason and kept it that way because you like it. Has someone been heckling you about it lately?" he asked.

"No," I replied thoughtfully, still appraising my hair in the mirror.

"It's just that it's been this way for nearly three years, maybe I can switch to a darker green on the highlights."

I can sort-of recall the night I first got it dyed this way. After a party Jen, Dor, Robert and myself had gotten crazy, (translation: startlingly drunk), daring each other to make some permanent or nearly permanent change to their appearance. Robert had gotten his tattoo; a paw print shaped one on his shoulder. Jenna had gotten her nose pierced (that had lasted until a bout with the flu she had a few months later made her sinuses run). I had managed to talk Dorien into getting his first earring, after reminding him that my own ear was pierced and it honestly hadn't and didn't hurt.

I was the problem, I already had two piercings in my ear and no way in hell was anyone touching my nose, or navel as Robert had suggested. That wasn't so bad, the piercer himself had suggested worse and far more sensitive areas of my anatomy. On morphs with fur tattoos are a rather expensive waste of time. Dyeing my long hair some outrageous colour was the only thing we could come up with. I had decided on the shades of green, that being my favorite colour, and I've had my hair that way ever since.

I threw my hair back over my shoulder and proceeded to give my self the once over in the large mirror. I set about inspecting the fur on my paws, arms and chest. I'm not a vain person, I was just smoothing it lightly where it stood with static (static electricity being another nagging problem for us furred morphs). As I did so Dorien came up from behind me, leaning against me and resting his chin on my shoulder. I felt his arms encircle me, one around my waist the other around my naked chest.

His paws moved down to rest on my stomach rubbing the silky fur there thoughtfully and tracing the outline of my abdominal muscles. I could feel my tail swish against the inside of his leg as we stood there savoring a moment of uninterrupted intimacy. I half leaned against the sink, my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of Dorien's fur against my own. I felt his nipples against my back, and his warm breath against my neck and cheek. Dor's ear twitched as my hair brushed it.

We broke away from each other momentarily as I turned to look at Dorien, holding him close and running my paws across his firm chest and slender stomach. I looked at the large patch of startlingly white fur that covers most of his abdomen, stretching from his lower chest to his groin. I placed my paws on either side of his chest and proceeded to gently play the tips of my fingers across the scarlet fur on his chest and against his nipples. I moved my paws in small circles, just barely letting the tips of my claws brush his skin.

Keeping this up with my right paw I lowered myself slightly bringing my head level to his right pec. Then I slowly licked Dorien's nipple, stopping briefly to blow gently on the exposed skin. As I did so I could see it harden before my eyes. Tearing myself away from my fascination I pressed my lips around the edges of Dor's nipple and sucked gently, massaging the hard tip with my tongue. As I did this I used my unoccupied left paw, reaching around to fondle Dorien's rump. Seeking out the cleft of his rump-cheeks I spread them and gently worked my fingers in and out of his backside, savoring the warmth and smoothness there.

I felt Dorien constrict around my fingers and heard him moan again, I noticed the stirrings of a fresh erection pressed against me. Most people not familiar with morphs would react with surprise, but unlike with humans most morphs can literally do it until they physically can't. It's not unheard of for a male morph (especially feline one's such as myself) to have between six and seven orgasms per period of sex, say an entire night for example, depending on species and level of arousal. That isn't bad compared to your average human at one or two pops per night, maybe three if you're lucky.

Thus far tonight Dorien and I had settled at one each in the fast sessions of sex we had had. If we're both into mating Dorien and I can both manage five or six climaxes in a single nights' period, any more and we're usually fairly sore. Feeling Dor's growing hardness and lack of resistance I decided to get him off quick and clean after just having showered. Keeping my fingers lodged deeply up Dor's rump and still sucking his nipple, I moved my right paw to his newly hardening shaft.

Pushing Dorien's furred cock sheath(the closest human equivalent would be the foreskin) back out of the way I relinquished my muzzle job on his chest long enough to throat his shaft a few times to lube it properly. I then continued to suck his nipple, and while still probing his rump with my fingers, I began to stroke Dorien off with my free paw. I heard his moans of pleasure interspersed with expletives and encouragement for me to jerk his length faster. Moving my head down I lapped at the head of Dorien's cock with my broad tongue.

Recalling how I nearly made his pass out once, I took my tongue and wrapped it all the way around the width of his cock. I could tell this only encouraged him because Dor bucked with the sensation and began moving his hips in time with my paw, trying desperately to hurry his orgasm closer. With each thrust of his hips his tail-ring would tense around my fingers, squeezing them like a vice. I felt the muscles in Dorien's stomach begin to flutter as his rump-muscles started to contract strongly around my fingers.

Sensing this cue I positioned my mouth directly under and in front of Dor's swollen cock, still tugging him hard and fast. Without warning Dorien yelped something unintelligible, shuddering as his muscles clenched. I could feel jet after jet of his cum gushing onto my waiting tongue and into my muzzle. When Dor was finished cumming I drew my tongue back into my muzzle without swallowing and freed my fingers from his rump. Standing up I grabbed Dorien's face in my paws and locked myself to him in a deep kiss, I felt his tongue lapping at my own as we shared the warm fluid I held in my mouth.

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