Fox Fantasy
Fox Fantasy
By Danath
Cliched since 2001!
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Faris leaned onto his tip-toes to kiss his boyfriend's cheek. The slim fox wrapped his paws around his big lion's neck, curling his fingers into the ruddy brown mane. He grinned when Clarence's well-toned arms slipped around his hips and squeezed him in close.
"Maybe I should skip the game today," the large lion said, pulling back from the surprise kiss.
"I wouldn't complain."
They kissed again, only on the lips, and broke away from each other. Faris turned to head back into the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes. He jumped and glared back at his boyfriend when the lion's large paw reached down and squeezed his bottom. The glare faded into a teasing grin. The russet fox put a little more swish into his steps as he turned the corner.
"I'll see you after the game! What do you want for dinner?"
"Surprise me. See you soon!"
Faris heard the door close and his boyfriend's car start a few moments later. The lion was an athlete during his high school and college years. They'd met their senior year at a gay dance. Faris fell in love the moment he saw the broad-shouldered, golden-pelted feline. Clarence was awkward and uncomfortable at the dance, a classic closet-case who waited until his social obligations to his track and field and wrestling teams were over before exploring his feelings about males. He was so cute, so unsure about himself when Faris approached him for a dance. They kissed by the end of the first song.
They moved in together after college. Faris was between jobs after being laid off. Clarence worked at a real estate agency and made enough money to support them both. In return, Faris cooked, cleaned, and took care of the domestic household chores. At first he hated it, but he found it more and more fun to take on the housewife duties as time passed. Now, in his third month of unemployment, he had things down to a regular routine. He made breakfast for himself and Clarence, cleaned up, and browsed job sites online till lunch. He'd clean up the house if it needed it or run errands. Clarence would come home and they'd usually spend the evening at home together. Clarence made a decent paycheck, but they couldn't live extravagantly.
Clarence teased him about being a regular housewife, but Faris knew the lion loved coming home and finding dinner waiting for him.
The fox grinned as he washed up the breakfast dishes and left them on the counter to dry. He twitched his ears. Today was Sunday - game day. The lion followed football religiously. Faris couldn't tell an end zone from a tennis court, but despite having little interest in football, he occasionally went with the lion to the games to meet his other friends - all straight guys from Clarence's college athlete days. Faris only went occasionally - Clarence still got weird sometimes. When they were alone or with other gay people, it wasn't an issue.
Faris smiled to himself as he thought of his big boyfriend's tail twitching, breath coming fast, when he took Faris to Dakota's house the first time. Dakota hosted the football games in his basement. The painted stallion had let himself go after college and hefted a paunch on his tall frame. Clarence had joked about it when he introduced the equine to Faris as "the formerly good-looking Dakota, who used to be able to run the marathon."
Done with dishes, Faris wondered what to do until lunch. He had spent the previous evening on the job boards, sinking deeper and deeper into an unemployed funk. The thought of sending his resume and writing more cover letters filled him with dread. The day started off too nicely, with the breakfast and kiss, to interrupt with something depressing.
Faris's tail twitched as an idea of how to spend the next few hours came to him. He spent most Sundays engaging in his secret hobby. Not even Clarence knew about it.
The red fox crept into the bedroom he shared with Clarence, heart beating faster already. He went into the walk-in closet and dug into the back, eventually coming out with a large box. He opened it and lifted out a few framed photos, papers, and knick knacks. Underneath, a riot of brightly-colored, lacy clothing waited for him.
He grinned as he lifted out garments one at a time. A pink mini-skirt and matching top. Black silk panties and bra. White cocktail dress. And more.
The fox kept his crossdressing secret. He didn't think it would endanger his relationship with Clarence. Not after all these years. But he knew the lion got funny now and then about being with a guy. He'd been raised strict, conservative, and though he now considered himself gay, Clarence had never been with anyone besides Faris. Faris didn't want to push it.
The fox pushed all thoughts of Clarence out of his head as he carried an armload of the clothing into the bedroom. In front of the large mirror on the back of the closet door, he held up a few outfits to see which one he wanted to wear today. He quickly discarded a black sequin gown as too drag queen. A bikini swimsuit in purple and white polka-dots didn't cover enough. He wanted to be more alluring today.
His eyes widened as he held the next outfit up. Perfect.
Five minutes later, the unused female clothing was back in the box. The fox adjusted his outfit in front of the mirror and shivered. He looked good for a cheerleader.
The uniform was from his old college. The shirt stretched over his shoulders snugly. The short sleeves showed off his toned arms. Midriff bare, the shirt ended at his ribcage. Below, a thigh-high skirt with traditional pleats wiggled and waved as he bounced up and down on his toes. The skirt was blue, same as the large "CU" on the chest, and trimmed in white.
Faris grinned at himself, sharp little teeth glinting. He looked good in the uniform. So good, he was giving himself a boner. Staring at himself in the mirror, he reached down and massaged his sheath, lifting his skirt to watch as the tight white cotton panties he'd put on stretched around the bulge of his average maleness. He stroked it with his fingers through the cotton and moaned lightly.
Phase two. He went back into the closet and rustled around in the box. Emerging a few minutes later with a thick dildo and bottle of lube, the fox hopped onto the large bed and inhaled deeply. Clarence's strong scent was all over the bed, almost drowning out his own lighter, spicier scent. Faris shivered as he inhaled again and teased the dildo down his belly. He imagined Clarence on top of him. The lion's powerful arms on either side of his red muzzle, hips grinding forward. Pushing him down into the covers for a grueling kiss.
Faris rolled onto his belly, imagining it was Clarence doing it.
"Yeah, you bad girl," the fox whispered, doing a poor, low-pitched imitation the growl Clarence used when they were together.
Faris's paw trembled as he slid the dildo down his back and around his tail. He lifted it up, imagining Clarence's paw had grabbed it. Faris pulled his panties down partway, exposing half his rump. He groaned and teased the head of the dildo between his cheeks, gasping as his cock jerked in his panties.
"Mmm... Clarence..."
Faris kept the fantasy going in his head. He didn't dare ask his boyfriend to do this kind of thing. Their sex life was vanilla. Faris would straddle Clarence usually. Sometimes the lion went on top - those night Faris always came first. The occasional blowjob. But here, by himself, in his special clothes and with his special toys, he could act out the dirty things he desperately wanted his boyfriend to do to him. If only the lion weren't such a prude, Faris thought.
He reached back and dosed his rump with lube, replacing thoughts of the lion's squeamishness about getting too gay with thoughts of the muscular feline spreading his ass with his paws, pricking him with his claws, then shoving forward, filling his hole with inch after inch of solid lion cock.
Faris moaned and pushed the dildo in hard. It was about the same size as Clarence's, a good seven-and-a-half inches. The fox's tail wagged as he pushed it in hard and thrust into the bed below him. He imagined his boyfriend, so much taller and heavier, grinding down into him, smothering him in his huge chest and silky mane.
The fox rolled over again. Now his legs raised, spreading wide. He pumped the dildo into his rump messily, heavily, moaning and gasping. He closed his eyes, tipped his muzzle back. He was about to explode when paws grabbed at his arms and legs.
His shocked cry was quickly muffled by a large, golden pelted arm. It squeezed his head back against a muscular chest. Faris stared wildly as the dildo squeezed out of his ass and fell to the floor. His legs kicked and he clawed at the arm holding him. Another figure stood in front of him, arms crossed over his chest.
"Looks like we caught us a sexy little cheerleader today," a familiar voice drawled.
A very familiar voice.
"Think the bitch is tight? That toy looks pretty big. Wonder if the slut ain't all loose and shit now."
"Naw, this little fucker's gonna be as tight as you can imagine."
Faris's eyes focused slowly. His arms went limp and his knees trembled. That was Clarence's voice. Clarence's arm. And the other one, in front of him. It was Dakota. He recognized the stallion's unique skin colors and the drawl in his voice.
What the fuck was going on?
He tried to ask, but Clarence just gripped his arm around his muzzle more tightly.
"You go first. Loosen him up for me," Dakota said, reaching down to unbuckle his pants. "I don't think he could take all this."
Faris's eyes went wide. The equine's cock was thick, even soft. The fox felt Clarence's cock push into his rump, through his skirt and panties. He cried out as the arm left his muzzle suddenly. Rough paws pushed him down onto the bed, legs hanging off the edge.
Was this really happening? Had he fallen asleep? It had to be a dream. No way was he about to get fucked by his boyfriend in front of another male.
"Looks like this cheerleading bitch is already warmed up for us!" Clarence said.
Faris groaned. That felt real. The lion's finger pushed into his lubed-up rump. A second finger followed quickly, working his tailhole roughly. Faris heard a zip - his ears twitched backwards.
"Yeah, that's my cock coming out, slut," the feline hissed. "And you're gonna get it hard, you cocktease."
Faris's ears flattened. Clarence was playing a game with him. He had to be. He wouldn't mean what he was saying. But his words were familiar. The way they sounded almost... memorized.
The memory came quickly. Three weeks ago, he'd been looking at pictures. A dirty comic about a crossdressing fox getting plowed by a Doberman. Clarence had read it over his shoulder. He'd scared Faris when he finally spoke - the fox was so absorbed in the dirty talk, the rough play in the comic that he hadn't noticed Clarence come in. The lion had joked about it, they both had, and Faris thought that was the end of it.
"I'm gonna pound your hole so hard, you're gonna beg for more, bitch."
Faris shuddered. The first line of the comic, right in the first panel. And in the second panel...
The fox writhed as the fingers pulled out of his sloppy rump. A moment later, Clarence's thick cock sunk in. Faris gasped at the sudden pain. He clenched, unable to help himself, as Clarence drove forward.
"Oh, fuck yes!"
Faris closed his eyes, unsure whether that was him or Clarence talking. His ass felt like it was on fire, but he still pushed back, wanting his boyfriend's dick more than ever. Clarence grabbed his tail at the base and yanked it forward. Faris shrieked with pleasure and clawed at the blankets in front of him.
A huge body blocked out the light. Dakota settled in front of him, naked from the hips down. A tight black t-shirt clung to his chest and round belly. The equine's large fingers stroked his cock as he watched Faris's face contort as the lion thrust.
"He as good a cocksucker as you tol' me?" Dakota asked.
A thick dribble of pre-cum ran down the broad tip of the stallion's cock, running over his fingers and into his heavy nuts. His thick scent tingled Faris's nose.
"Oh yeah, he'll suck your dick like a pro," Faris heard his boyfriend say.
The fox blushed. He'd forgotten all about Dakota once Clarence started pounding him. But now the equine's fingers were on his jaw, pulling it open, and his other hand pushed the thick tip of his cock past his lips.
Faris closed his eyes as the stallion shifted forward, pushing deeper. A large padded paw pushed onto the back of his head - Clarence's. Faris gagged as he was shoved down hard. Dakota's thickness ground into the back of his throat. He wasn't much longer than Clarence, only half an inch or so, but he was thick. The fox's cheeks bulged as he struggled to get a breath in around the massive shaft.
Clarence's fingers dug into his hair and pulled him back. He squealed as the cock popped out of his mouth and his chest was lifted off the bed.
"You better swallow every drop, cockslut," Clarence whispered.
Faris moaned uncontrollably. His chest heaved, his cock raged in his cotton panties. He barely noticed the teasing lick in his inner ear. It made him grin like an idiot - the lion did that to him when they were at their most intimate. A sign.
Faris moaned as he was shoved back down and over Dakota's cock without warning. The equine grinned and leaned back, letting Clarence push the fox's muzzle up and down.
"You're right. Little slut definitely knows how to suck a dick."
The praise burned Faris's ears. The vulpine suckled harder, moving with Clarence's paw, relaxing his throat as he swallowed. Clarence's hips thrust forward again, heavier now. The lion's thighs slapped against his rump and he felt his tail get yanked again.
"Flip him over," Dakota said. "Let's see that throat bulge."
Clarence laughed and pulled out roughly. The equine's cock flexed is it was also dragged out of his limp body. Hands grabbed him, he couldn't tell whose anymore, and flipped him over. He stared up at the two large males. Clarence and Dakota leered at him, their cocks hard and dripping.
"Cheerleaders are always the best lays," Clarence said.
He pressed his paw into Faris's belly, then slid it upwards, under the top of his uniform. Faris squirmed into the lion's paw as Clarence molested his chest. The lion pinched his nipples, pulled on them roughly, until Faris was squealing and gasping.
"Enough of that shit. Bitch makes too much noise."
"You know how to shut a loudmouthed whore up, don't you?"
Faris felt his muzzle pulled open and the stallion's fat cock shoved inside. Dakota grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms up, stretching his chest out, as he thrust forward, burying his cocktip in the back of Faris's throat.
Clarence pushed his legs appart and back, exposing his tight tailhole. He pulled the fox's legs over his shoulders and leaned forward. Using a paw to guide the tip to his boyfriend's ass, Clarence teased the fox with it for a minute before shoving in firmly. It was easier this time, but Faris still groaned and writhed between them.
"Damn... he loves your cock, dude," Clarence said. He was purring.
"Hey... think we can catch the game after this?" Dakota asked.
"Yeah, we'll watch it in the living room. I'll have my little bitch here bring us some beers."
"Awesome."
Dakota grinned down at Faris and shifted his legs, getting into a kneeling position. He leaned forward so that his heavy nuts dragged over the fox's eyes.
"God damn, I'm not gonna last much longer," Dakota said between grunts. "Haven't had a blowjob this good in a while."
"Told you," Clarence replied. "Best cocksucker in the city."
Faris would have snorted at that if he could have. The lion hadn't ever been with anyone else, so how would he know?
"Glad you're letting me throatfuck your bitch, though."
"Gotta prove to these little sluts that we aren't all prudes."
Faris shuddered and moaned, hips thrusting and jerking. His panties were soaked with his own pre-cum now. Getting double-teamed by the two males - and the realization that his boyfriend was more willing to experiment than he'd given him credit for - was turning him on more than anything he could remember.
Dakota thrust slowly, almost languidly, taking his time with Faris's muzzle. Clarence was rougher, harder. His claws pricked at the fox's thighs and belly, then teased around his bulging panties.
The lion flipped up Faris's blue skirt.
"I think the slut's gonna cum just from getting fucked."
Faris heard Dakota snort. "More like he can't get enough of my cock in his muzzle."
"Mm... oh, fuck... fuck, that's it, right there. Clench that ass, you tight little whore!"
Faris wriggled frantically, his whole body tensing as Clarence's claws dug into his hips, pulling him down hard. The lion's cock sunk in deep and stayed there, stretching out his sore rump. A familiar warmth filled him, putting even more pressure on his prostate. Faris couldn't help bucking his body, to the point Clarence had to hold him down. His already soaked panties dripped with his cum as Faris shot the single biggest load he'd ever felt erupt from his aching tip.
"Holy fuck, look at that!"
Faris writhed, oblivious to the show he was making as his throat convulsed around Dakota's thickness and his ass clenched on Clarence's spurting erection. He couldn't see as the two larger males stared in amazement at the sheer quantity of cum he was shooting. His panties soaked up most of it, but it was clear much, much more was soaking into his fur or running down his sides.
"Oh, shit..."
Dakota pulled back with a grunt. The tip flew upwards, smacking into his belly, before he got his fingers around it. He jerked himself for a matter of seconds before tipping his long brown and beige muzzle back and whinnying. Ropes of cum shot out the tip of his flared tip, splattering over Faris's face, neck, and chest. The gasping, panting fox licked his lips, craning his head to catch some of the spurts in his muzzle.
"Horny little fucker, ain't he..."
Dakota shuddered and pressed the tip of his cock into Faris's lips, using his hand to work out the last few drops. Faris licked at them eagerly.
Clarence's purrs echoed in the room as he gradually pulled out of the fox. Faris whimpered and tried to reach for him, but couldn't until Dakota released his wrists. The large stallion got off the bed, springs creaking under him, and stood up. He stretched his arms over his head and stuck his hips out, grunting loudly. His half-hard cock flopped over his thighs.
"All right, I'll be watching the game," he said. "Damn, what a good muzzle on that one..."
Faris blushed, still panting and breathing hard. Clarence waved Dakota off.
"I'll be out in just a minute. Gonna make sure this cheerleader can still walk."
Dakota laughed all the way out of the bedroom.
"I wasn't too rough, was I?" the lion said. He knelt by the edge of the bed and held Faris's paws in his.
Faris exhaled loudly and turned towards Clarence, who looked at him with worried eyes.
"You are a son of a bitch for scaring me like that," Faris said. "But thank you."
Faris reached out and dug his paws into Clarence's mane. He tugged the lion forward. They met in a warm kiss. Clarence pulled back almost immediately when he realized he was tasting Dakota's cum in his boyfriend's muzzle, but Faris's paws clutched at his mane, pulling him in tight and refusing to let go.
Eventually the lion relaxed into the kiss and the taste of the stallion's seed was replaced with the familiar texture and scent of the fox's narrow muzzle. Clarence purred into the kiss until they broke it several minutes later.
"Tell me later how in the hell you managed to talk Dakota into this," Faris gasped. "But right now, I think there's a game on."
Clarence grinned and kissed Faris on the lips once more before standing up. The muscular lion winked at Faris, then turned for the door.
"Clean yourself up, slut," he said, loud enough for Dakota to hear in the living room.
The stallion laughed and shouted back at them.
"Then bring us four beers and two blowjobs!"
Clarence grinned at Faris. The fox smiled back and waved the lion away.
"Just... a minute... I'll be out."
The lion nodded and left. He heard Clarence and Dakota talking, but he didn't move for a few more minutes until his breathing slowed. He sat up and stretched, the moaned as his tailhole twitched, still aching from the rough pounding. His throat felt dry and raw.
Faris went into the bathroom in the hallway and peeled off his soaked clothes before wiping himself down quickly. He went back into the bedroom and dove into the closet. He emerged a few minutes later in another outfit - the hot pink miniskirt and spaghetti-strap top. His tail pushed out over the waistline of the miniskirt, which barely covered his ass. It was an outfit that screamed for the fox to get fucked.
Faris shivered and smoothed out his bushy fur, then swished his hips, making himself look as good as he could in a few short minutes. He thought about Clarence and Dakota in the next room, both probably sitting on the couch, cocks half-hard, just waiting for him to get on his hands and knees so they could muzzlefuck him...
Faris sighed as his cock throbbed warningly in his new pair of panties, the black silk ones. He was more turned on than he'd ever been just thinking about Clarence doing this to him.
A boyfriend better than the fantasy - how much luckier could a fox get?