Ashanti - Idle Hands
#1 of Ashanti
Here's a little story I wrote as an experiment. When I was sorting through a list of tags and saw a herm/solo one, I thought "Hmm, that sounds like it'd be interesting to write." I'd RPed as a chakat once upon a time, but I'd never done anything with herms other than that... and chakats are a wee bit different. Thus, this story was written. No dragons in this one really, but perhaps HE was one... shi never mentions what he was, after all. Enjoy!
I practically slammed the door shut behind me as I walked in, sheathing and unsheathing my claws as I seethed with dull rage. Why.. why did it have to fracking be this way!
I barely looked up as my mom stuck hir head out of the kitchen. "Is everything all right, dear?" shi asked as I stomped past on the way to my room.
"Yeah, yeah..." I muttered as I entered my own little sanctuary, the door shutting with another satisfying slam that made the colorful pony figures on my bookshelves bounce a little. 19 years old, and she still treats me like a kid.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, I flopped onto the bed, my anger slowly starting to drain away. The one person I'd hoped would understand hadn't... and now I didn't know what I was going to do.
Getting back up, I padded over to the computer while I unbuttoned my blouse, tossing it in the pile of dirty clothes in the far corner as I hit the power switch on my computer. While I waited for it to boot, my powder-blue skirt and bra also joined the pile, followed by the special panties designed for those of my "kind."
"Mmm, much better," I murmured to myself as I gave a luxurious stretch, my fluffy copper tail swishing as I took stock of myself in the full-length mirror on the far wall.
Like my mom and dad I was a red fox. Brown ears poked out of dark red hair that reached down to my shoulders, framing a face most would call lovely. Dark green eyes looked back at me over a cream-colored muzzle, the off-white fur continuing down my neck to my chest.
Anyone who looked that far(and believe me, a lot of guys would simply stop there) would think I was a typical vixen. Like Mom, my breasts had come in early, and now were the envy of many a girl in my school. Large, yet still perky, a dark colored nipple capped each one, and I found myself wishing that I could feel someone else's touch on them.
My gaze dropped lower, just as his undoubtedly had. After expanding over those firm globes, it continued down over my trim stomach, continuing ever lower until it reached the sign that, like my mom, I was different. Because, sitting there for everyone to see, was a cream-furred sheath, the tip of my black foxcock just barely poking out. And right below that? A set of dark-colored netherlips, framed by more of that cream-colored fur as it continued onto my inner thighs, giving way to the same copper fur covering almost every other part of me.
My dad was a normal todd, but I, like my mom, was one of the few hermaphrodites in the area. It didn't used to be that way; our old neighborhood had been roughly split three ways. But then my dad had lost his job and we'd had to move out here to find a new one.
Neither hir nor I had really broadcast it anyways, so we'd been accepted into the community as just another pair of girls, and good-looking ones at that. I'd loved the attention, and never bothered to disabuse my classmates of the notion. At least, until I met HIM.
As the computer binged it's ready sound, I felt my lower lip quiver. We'd hit it off great, and things had been going so well. We went on a couple dates, never really going farther than a kiss or two. Until he asked me to go see that new movie.
I'd dressed up nicely in the blouse and skirt now lying discarded with the rest of my dirty laundry, and gone prancing in, hanging on his arm and giggling with happiness like I was five years younger. The movie itself had turned out to be rather boring, but I'd figured out that was why he'd chosen it when I felt his hand brushing against the side of my breast.
With no one sitting nearby, I took advantage of the darkness to return the favor. Before I knew it, his hand was slipping inside my blouse, while mine slipped inside his pants and directly felt that wonderful cock of his as I discovered he'd forgotten to wear underwear. Or chosen not to, I guess, especially if it had been planned.
Licking my lips as I recalled that touch, I felt my folds starting to dampen, and I quickly sat down on the bed, my shaft started to slide out as well from its hiding place as I recalled the texture and shape my fingers had danced over.
But then his hand had slid under my skirt, and discovered my... situation. Just like now, as I'd grown aroused, both my cock and cunt had reacted, and I didn't need light to see the shock on his face as he discovered the "hot girl" he was with also had a cock as big as his.
He'd made an excuse about the bathroom right after that, but he never came back for the entire rest of the movie, leaving me there, hot, bothered, and abandoned by the one guy I'd liked.
Flopping back on the bed I let out another deep sigh. I'll just see what he posts on Muzzlebook later, I thought as I slid a hand up to cup a breast, the other one sliding down towards my nethers. After all that attention earlier, I needed to get off badly.
Closing my eyes, I imagined that it was his touch gently caressing the full orb of my tit, fingers gliding along the softly-furred flesh to gently tweak a nipple. It was no longer my hand, but his, that glided down to give that thickening black shaft a firm tug from my sheath, caressing it for a moment before slipping down to tease along my slickening entrance, trailing a fingertip along the pouting cuntlips so teasingly.
I found myself panting softly as I felt dampness coat my finger, sliding my hand back up to give that firming foxcock a nice stroke as I continued to squeeze and rub my large breast, toying warmly with that dark nub capping the firm titmound.
It only took a few moments of play before that black shaft was standing at attention, poking out from between my legs and aching to be used. Breathing heavily, I licked my lips, leaving it throbbing in the cool air as my fingers slid down to tease my folds, murrroaning softly as I felt a drop of my sweet honey leak out, making a small wet spot on my covers.
Abandoning my needy tits for a second, I reached underneath my pillow, the other hand returning to gliding along my throbbing foxcock as I pulled out the bright blue dildo I'd secretly bought a year ago. It was shaped much like mine, but larger, and despite regular use I'd somehow managed to keep it hidden from my parents.
I lowered the tip to my needy vixencunt, a sweet moan escaping my muzzle as I felt the firm silicone shaft spreading my virgin entrance wide. Well, I suppose it was only technically virgin, since I'd broken my barrier shortly after getting this wonderful toy, but who cares, right? All that mattered to me at this point was the firm length spreading me so wide, and the squeezing stroking hand gliding along my firm length, lubricated by my own cuntjuices.
A small part of my mind screamed to stop, since I'd only done this when no one else was home, and if I wasn't careful, mom would hear, but the rest of me didn't care. Right now I need only one thing, and that was to cum as hard as I could.
I did have enough presence of mind to stop stroking long enough to turn on the clock radio, the throbbing drumbeats of hard rock blaring from it drowning out my growing moans as I squeezed down on the thick dildo spreading my tight cunt, my hand squeezing and milking my throbbing foxcock while the other returned to playing with my large tits, making me pant and moan as my need to cum grew with my pleasure.
As my hand began to glide faster and faster along that upstanding shaft, I could feel my knot growing at the base. As I murred and moaned at the growing intensity of the feelings radiating throughout my body, the wide head of my foxy cock drooled pre onto my belly, matting the fur while my needy pussy tried to milk the thick toy filling it so nicely.
Panting heavily, I gave one firm tit another good squeeze, sliding my other hand down my drooling shaft to that swelling knot. As I murroaned in pleasure, mouth open and tongue hanging out, I began to rub that thick knob of flesh, the sudden touch making me gasp as I felt my hot cream pooling within me, ready to erupt.
Wrapping my fingers around it as best I could, I gave my knot one good squeeze, and almost howled in pleasure as my climax finally hit. As my hips bucked up, hot foxcream shot from the swollen head of my throbbing foxcock, arcing up to splash all over my belly and large tits, another loud moan escaping as I felt the warm liquid hit my sensitive nipples.
Clenching down on the thick dildo I'd stuffed my tight cunt with, I moaned again as I felt my sweet pussyjuices squirting out around the base of it, matting the fur on my thighs and tailbase, making another mess under me. Unable to stop myself, I quickly stroked along the length of that pulsing shaft, abandoning my cum-covered breasts to milk my spraying cock of every drop of thick, pearly cream as I panted and moaned, watching the rich liquid shoot onto my naked body.
As I started to come down from my climax, I murred my contentment, rubbing my sticky cum into my fur as I lay there, sated. After a few moments, I reached down and pulled the toy free of my quivering pussy with a wet schlup, gasping at the sudden emptiness it left behind. As it glistened in the bedroom light, I couldn't help but give it a few licks, tasting my own honey on it and once more wishing it was HIS, and not just a piece of plastic and silicone.
As the moment passed, I let out a soft sigh and sat up. For once, I was glad of the fact that mom had made me do my own laundry once I turned 18. I wouldn't want to have to explain the big wet spot on the middle of my sheets. Shoving the still-coated dildo back under my pillow, I stretched languidly, then stood up to go log in and see what HE might have posted after our failed "date." Then after that, a shower!
As a new song started up on the radio, I glanced towards the door. Hopefully the music had muffled the sound enough... though I could have sworn that the door had been fully closed before, not barely cracked open like it was now. Shrugging I turned back to the computer. "Guess it didn't close right when I slammed it," I said to myself as I curled my fluffy, cream-tipped tail around my lap and got ready to see what sort of damage my image at school was about to suffer.