If Only...
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If Only...
"That could have been me! That should have been me! Instead of me there's going to be some stupid fucking bitch getting my bi curious tail!" I mutter under my breath as I sit in a chair in the airport terminal.
"You alright there?" I dart my vision to right to find some smiling fucker staring at me.
"Fucking dandy!" My anger was obvious and yet he is still giving a faint smile.
"It can't be that bad could it?" Perfect timing for an annoyingly friendly Dobie, by the way.
"Well, considering that I spent my whole savings since I was twenty and then some, I got fired from my job for trying to take the week off, and I'm going to miss my sister's wedding all because of a missed flight, yeah, I guess it isn't that bad after all, now is it, you fucker! Now leave me the hell alone!" I'm normally not this snappy. I guess I could even be seen as a friendly fur in normal circumstances, but this doesn't exactly qualify for normal does it? I could have been on my way towards fucking a cute little fox or something like that, couldn't I? Instead I'm sitting here, in a god damned airport, trying to figure out a way to get home without spending the fifty dollars I have left. I guess I could probably sway some tail and hope to hitch hike it. Of course, what if some strange trucker were to pick me up? Where would I be then? I would probably be in the back of a semi either covered in blood or semen, that or a combination of the two. I guess that would be one way to get the sex that I was hoping to get from this vacation. Of course he would probably be the one who had fucked me and not the other way around which wouldn't be quite as pleasant. Maybe somefur here in the airport would be kind enough to give a ride to a poor Bobcat out of his luck? Maybe one of the workers commutes and would be able to drop me off closer? Or maybe I'll just be stuck here while I slowly decay in this airport.
"Would you want a ride home?" His voice is such an annoyance, I just want to fucking strangle him.
"Didn't I say to leave me alone?!" Maybe if I did strangle him they would put me in jail, at least I would have somewhere to sleep. I don't care if I am desperate for a ride; I'm certainly not accepting one from this douchebag!
I would have been just sitting on the beach, minding my own business, trying to be casual and whatnot. That would be when the fox would come up to me and ask me if I wanted to play volleyball with a few of his friends. Of course I would reply with a yes and our joy filled times would commence. After a few rounds, our team suddenly winning as far as I would know, the other guys would retire from the game. That's when the little foxy would ask me if I wanted to go to some sort of party, knowing the type, it would probably be a bonfire or something. I would agree and he would give me the time and place, which would be conveniently just down the beach from my room.
When I get there I would see him and he would run up, mistakenly gaily, and hug me. He would then try to cover his tracks to which I would respond with a kiss in order to cease his mindless babbling. My paws would be on each side of his muzzle and his paws would reach up to my shoulders. We would just stay by the fire kissing until one of his friends would come up and say something along the lines of "Get some!" or maybe even something nicely supportive. We would then be snapped back into reality, and join the festivities, paying more attention to each other than anyone else. We would ask names, I would answer with Ethan, and he would reply with Renial or something exotic. I would soon learn about how he actually lives there and goes to school at one of the local universities. He'd also tell me about his small house containing little more than necessities and how most of his days are spent either surfing or sleeping.
After he had finished I would then tell him about my shitty city life spent working in mediocrity until a week ago when I got fired, then I would tell him about my crappy apartment in the rough side of town where I go home every day to find something either broken or stolen. I would tell him about how I had gone to school to be a writer and dropped out in my junior year in order to pursue my writing more, obviously, I would tell him, that didn't turn out very well.
I think it would probably be the writer thing, or my ruggedness, but Renial would then ask if I was doing anything that night. I would reply with the blatant answer of no, and he would invite me over to his place. I would yet again agree and we would get into his car parked just off the beach and drive off to his little shack of a house. It wouldn't be at all dirty or poor or anything like that. It would feel cozier than anything. Of course I wouldn't be able to realize that until the day after due to the fact that we would be too busy making out once we got out of the car. We would only break our kiss so he could find his key and open his door. Thanks to the fact about it being Hawaii we wouldn't be wearing shirts and we would be wearing swim shorts which would slip off easily as we make our way into his bed. We would lay side by side and my paws would automatically make their way towards his ass and start groping that. Being somewhat of a cock lover, and somewhat sexually depraved, Renial would make his way towards my sheath and balls and start trying to coerce my member out of it fuzzy container. Once I was completely hard, I'd then order the little foxy fox to get on his paws and knees and fuck the hell out of his tight tailhole. After we both came, generous amounts due to our blue-balled state, we'd fall asleep happily in his bed.
In the morning I'd wake up to the smell of pancakes and we'd spend the whole day together in his house and in the ocean mere yards away from his back door. Of course, several more orgasms would be had, one of which would most definitely happen in the ocean. At the end of the day I would probably ask him to my sister's wedding which he would certainly say yes. Once we arrived my family would be looking him up and down, questioning him, and do things that would generally make him feel awkward. At the wedding reception, by some sort of "accident" the bouquet would probably land in Renial paws which would cause my family to talk more about him and me. We would probably escape to some closet or someplace where we would be pressed against each other and probably end up yiffing again. After the wedding reception was over we'd go back to my hotel and fuck a few more times. As we lay in each other's embrace I would probably say something about never wanting leave him and he would ask me to stay with him in Hawaii. Of course, I would say yes and we'd live happily ever after.
"Um, are you alright?" The Dobie asks as he stares at me with a bit of worry and confusion. He's really still here? I had completely forgotten about him. At least the initial anger has subsided, but is remorse any better?
"I'm fine," my response isn't as cold as it was before, but it still didn't really sound friendly either.
"Oh, um, okay then," he returns his attention towards the wall in front of him, more in an attempt to cease his staring at me. How long have I been sitting here? It must've been at least an hour, maybe more, and still this stupid Doberman is adamant on sitting right next to me. I know, when I go the bathroom, I'll just go somewhere else, problem solved! Speaking of bathroom, I really need to take a piss. Gay Bobcat needs to piss badly! Stupid Gauntlet video game. I make my way to the bathroom in a mild run. Once I get to a urinal I unzip and unload. Sweet easy relief. If I could just rub one out right now, I'm certain I would be in ten times a better mood than I am.
"You need to relax, buddy," I feel a muzzle rest itself on my shoulder and breath blow against my cheek as I hear the seductive whisper. I feel one paw make its way onto my other shoulder and the necessary other make its way to my crotch. It takes hold of my urine empty member and begins to paw the slightly erect cock. I tilt my head back and groan as the fur massages my dick and shoulder. My head rests upon a shoulder and through my peripherals I see a red fur that could only belong to a fox. I quickly turn to find just that as the fur relieving so much stress.
"Are you glad you missed that plane now?"
"Who are you and how do you know that?"
"Well, you see, a Doberman, about a head taller than you, smokin' hot bod, unbelievably friendly, asked me to tell you that he asked me tell you. He paid me fifty bucks. My name is Renial, if it matters any," he says as my maw drops open. His paw on my dick pushes my muzzle closed. "He should be in soon; you might want to get into a stall unless you want to be fucked over a urinal." He then made his way out of the bathroom as I follow his advice of going into a stall, not bothering to cover my body.
I hear the bathroom door open and close before too long. My heart begins beating. What am I doing? I'm just sitting on this closed toilet with my fully aroused dick sticking out waiting for some random fur's, of which I cursed out and thought of strangling not too long ago, paws to come relieve my raging hard on. The door to the stall swings open and I see that same Doberman from moments ago, only in a different light. Now I'm actually paying attention to him. As the fox said, he does have a "smokin' hot bod". He is pretty tall, too. His black silky fur is glistening in the light as he just stands there staring at me.
"So, am I still a stupid fucker?" I barely realize that's it's weird he's not wearing a shirt, although, I guess we are going to be doing some stuff so it isn't that weird I suppose. I don't really know how to respond. I know the answer is a definite no, but how do I relay that to him? I simply shake my head hoping it's enough to sway my point. "Come on kitty cat, you could speak. What do you think about me now?" I quickly pulls down his pants to reveal a huge swollen sheath over a pair of planets for balls. As my attention is glued on the package before my I feel saliva begin to pool in my mouth. I gulp it down.
"I, uh, I, um." I don't stammer, I don't do this. I normally know exactly what to say, so why am I tripping over my words right now?
"D'ya wanna touch it?" I eagerly nod my head. "Well, what're you waiting for?" He grabs hold of my wrist and places my paw on his sheath and lets go. I give the bulging sheath a squeeze and move my paw lower to play a bit with his balls. They are all unbelievably huge! Quickly, the blood red member begins outgrowing the sheath until it grows to full erectility. "You've got some pretty slick paws. Didn't really take you long to get my attention did it?" I shake my head again. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm just sitting around like an idiot who doesn't know how to talk. Next time I get the chance, I will say something. He begins rubbing my head fur and around my ears causing me to murr in joy.
"I know just what you would like." I look up at him with a curious look on my face.
"Wha-" he presses his digits against the side of my muzzle, opening it up wider and jabs his huge prick into my maw, easily filling my muzzle with just a half of it and he still pushes his hips forward, sliding the warm meat into the back of my throat. This is one really big Dobie dick. I raise my paws back up and begin to fondle his balls and I try to wrap my paws around the gorging knot and only succeed in getting my digits to touch. I give it a little squeeze and feel a small amount of pre drip down my throat.
Damn Dobie caught me off guard. It should be him with a dick half way down his esophagus, not the other way around! But damn, this feels so good. Just this once, this one time, I'll let somefur else be in control. Just this once. Or maybe one more time, depending on how this goes. I let go of his balls and place my paw around my own cock, which I've notices is a dwarf in comparison to the one in my muzzle. He pulls out of my muzzle and then reinserts it, getting just as deep as he had before. I begin pawing myself off as he begins to muzzlefuck me. One damn good Dobie dick, that's for sure.
"Yeah, I knew, mnph, I knew you would like that, don't you little kitty cat?"
"mmhm," I agree through his cock.
"You're good at this too. Just keep it up, you'll get your reward soon." By reward I'm assuming he's meaning his cum. Well I certainly hope he means his cum. Speaking of cum, this floor might be getting it's healthy dose as well.
"Yeah, honey, you're doing well. Now all you need to do is get ready. Yeah, fuck that feels good, now just get up."
"What?"
"I said get up!" I slowly open my eyes to find a rabbit in a black suit.
"Damn, what time is it?" I rub my paws against my eyes and then squint them to make out the figure in the suit as my husband of four years. He's nothing in comparison to that Dobie, or how Renial would have looked.
"It's time for us to leave! You said you would wake up!"
"Well I'm up now aren't I?" I sit up in the bed.
"Yeah! And you have to hurry and get dressed. I have already laid out your clothes, you have ten minutes." I stare at the rabbit talk and groan before I pull myself and my morning wood out of the bed. He takes a quick look at it and rolls his eyes. I quickly get dress in the monkey suit he had laid out for me and get out of the bedroom and make my way into the kitchen. I find him with a granola bar and a diet cola in his paws, offering them to me. I accept them and open up the granola bar, taking a quick bite out of it before we step outside. If only... If only he hadn't woken me up. Maybe I would have changed my mind. I would certainly have been in a better mood. Maybe I would have called it off.
I hear a zooming sound and see him drop to the floor. Blood begins to pool around his head. I walk back into the house and take another bite out of the granola bar. I make my way to the kitchen and take the phone out of the register and dial 911.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"Hello?! This is Ethan, Senator Ryan's husband! He just dropped dead with a bullet hole in his head!" I cry out hysterically.
"Please, calm down sir," no problem with that, "we sent services to your location. Please stay on the line until they arrive." If only I could finish my wet dream, at least it would relieve some of my sexual tension. Not that Ryan would understand anything about that; the little fucker hasn't let me touch him in weeks. Just been me and my faithful paw. Stupid politician.