{"sf1_id":30,"sf2_id":"mywPOZW1","title":"Homecoming","author":"Tony Greyfox","words":2918,"posted_at":"1970-01-01T00:00:00.000Z","tags":["Feline","Fox","M/M"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/30-homecoming","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/mywPOZW1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d4/2a/d42ae397-0b33-4833-ae80-4516de31e162","description":"","content":"Homecoming  \n  \n  \nI always hated the weekly visits to Catti's place - at least, part of  \nme did.  \n  \nThe other part looked forward to stopping at the little, nondescript  \nbuilding in a warehouse district every week. That part wanted the traces  \nof his scent, the feel of his furniture, the little reminders of the  \nfelid that were slowly fading away as his absence got longer and longer,  \nuntil that part started thinking that maybe he wasn't coming back, ever.  \nThat was why the first part of my mind hated it.  \n  \nWith the huge amounts of computer equipment stacked round the place,  \nalong with the automated systems and so on, someone had to make sure the  \nroof didn't leak, or the dust bunnies weren't reaching sentience. When  \nCatti had swept into my office months earlier and asked me if I'd watch  \nthe place for a while, he had to be out of town for a bit, out of contact, I'd never even give it a second thought.  \n  \nThat was the last time I'd seen him. And every week, I'd perform the same  \nritual - wander through the dozen or so rooms that made up most of his  \nworld and wonder where he was, whether he was alive, dead, running  \naway....  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It's scary. After my mate was murdered nearly two years before, Catti  \nhad been my strength, my sanity ... and, eventually, my lover, for what  \nthat was worth. Then, suddenly, that solid pillar I'd been leaning on had  \ndisappeared. It proved two things - that I'm still able to function  \nwithout my own ... and, damn it, I'm actually in love with the big cat.  \n  \n  \nA small hoverbot chuckled angrily at me as the security door slid open  \nwith a \"Welcome, Raven,\" just as it had every other time I'd come in.  \nCatti has me programmed into the system settings, so I can actually run  \nthe parts of the place that need a being's help to run (which wasn't much,  \nactually).  \nI stood still as the bot swirled around my hindpaws and vacuumed my tail  \nfor any loose fur. It was technically spring; I had noticed a few more  \nstrands of grey and white in the drains recently. Shedding around Catti's  \ncomputers would be a bad idea.  \n  \nMollified, the bot preceded me out of the hall into the central foyer,  \nwhere one could see into the living room, which contained nothing more  \nthan a couch, a chair and about a hundred pillows of varied shapes and  \nsizes; the dining room (a small table, two chairs - most of Catti's  \neating was done over the sink, unless I actually forced him into a real  \nmeal), down the hall to the bedroom (which actually saw use, occasionally  \n- usually only when I was over; Catti tended to forget to sleep ... for  \ndays on end while he was on his machines) and into the large mainframe  \nroom. I stepped in there.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Everything was its usual near-silent operating self, from what I could  \ntell. Half a dozen monitors ran endless commands that I didn't understand  \nat all; I figured that whatever Catti was doing, wherever he was, must  \nhave been remoted into this room; either that, or the programs running  \nwere just maintenance things.  \n  \nHolding my tail to keep it from swinging, I circled, looking for dust but  \ntouching nothing - with my luck, I'd brush something and fuck everything  \nup. The only thing that looked odd was one of the screens flashing a  \ndifferent color than usual - green instead of blue, I believe. The  \ncommands cycling looked even more frenetic than usual.  \n  \nI stepped around another bot as I wandered around and made sure nothing  \nwas smoking, melting or otherwise outwardly malfunctioning in the  \nequipment, then wandered back into the hall, humming tunelessly. The whirring of various pieces of computer equipment was getting on my nerves, so I stepped into the living room to fire up some music, dodging yet  \nanother of Catti's little service bots that whistled through my paws,  \nsteamed down the hallway, banked hard and barely made the turn into  \nthe kitchen. I idly wondered what the thing was worked up about.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Flipping through the rack of music disks, I picked one out and turned to  \nthe player, but was surprised to find the 'record' light flashing. I  \nblinked at the display, the frowned down at the little bot that was  \napparently waiting for me to move so it could dust the cabinet. \"What,  \nyour favorite program on, or something?\" I asked, whimsically; the  \nlittle 'head' atop the thing's extendable neck raised several inches  \nand swiveled to orient on me; it beeped. I shook my head wryly.  \n  \nI keyed the vid on, and saw that the disk was saving a local news  \nbroadcast; the on-screen display also showed that, for some reason, the  \ndisk - which had not been in the playback rack the week before - had  \nrecorded the last four evening news shows. Shrugging, I stepped back and  \nwent to flop into the pile of pillows that Catti and I had left a couple  \nof days before he left (both of us believe in having a changeable surface  \nthat allows for multiple positions)... and landed on the floor with a  \nyelp - not hard, but enough to bruise my tail a bit.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A bot finished restacking the pillows in their usual place and chuckled  \napologetically as another whirled in and swept around my unplanned  \nlanding site.  \n  \n\"All right, that's it,\" I grumbled. From my spot on the floor, I could  \ncount at least five bots occupied in incomprehensible acts, just in the  \nliving room and hallway. Another streaked past the entrance, and I heard  \na 'clank!' from the kitchen. \"What the hell? Is it bot mating season, or  \nsomething?\"  \n  \nI dragged myself up and followed three of the little buggers down the  \nhall; they did a precision turn - one into the bathroom, where I noticed  \nit hop into the shower; two little brushes popped out of it and started  \nto scrub. The other was up on Catti's huge bed, spreading fresh sheets on  \nthe well-used mattress; his large stack of pillows were all freshly  \ncovered, too. A creepy feeling started to wend its way through me; I felt  \nmy hackles rise, and slowly backed out of the room.  \n  \n...and tripped over a bot, which squealed at me as I fell, hard, against  \na wall.  \n  \nApparently, that squeal got the attention of its fellows; four of them  \nthere must have been one hiding in the bedroom) stampeded past me, back  \nup the hall; I followed, limping slightly and pissed off now.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bursting into a storage room, I watched fifteen of the damned little  \nbastards forming an echelon and backing themselves into their service  \nstalls one by one, with a beeping chorus that sounded vaguely amused,  \nto me. I had no idea why, but as the last one shut off, it turned its  \nspindly head towards me and whistled what sounded like a laugh at me. It  \nlived because I didn't think Catti would like having to put it back  \ntogether again when he got back.  \n  \nCautiously, I peeked around the apartment, looking for strays; all I  \nnoticed was that the place looked even spotless than before. Then I got  \nit. \"Spring cleaning!\" I muttered.  \n  \nGood call, O great wise and intelligent investigator, I berated myself,  \nstepping to Catti's refrigerator and digging a bottle of water from the  \nback of the nearly-full appliance; the incongruity of a planned long  \nabsence and a full refrigerator registered, but only on a subliminal  \nlevel. Leaning against a counter that looked clean enough to operate on,  \nI drained the bottle, took one last look around and declared the place in  \norder. There were several cases sitting on my office desk that needed looking at; I decided to run back and deal with those before heading  \nhome for the night.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gathering up my coat, an odd flashing from the mainframe room caught my  \neye. The main console was awake, with commands flashing past madly. I stepped close, trying to make out anything on the screen, when it abruptly stopped dead, flashed a red-blue-green pattern, then cleared.  \n  \nWriting appeared.  \n  \n\"Remote initiation and restart complete; system in full operation,\" it read  \nacross the first line. Then,  \n  \n\"Welcome home, Boss.\"  \n  \nI blinked.  \n  \nThen the paw landed on my shoulder, and a voice that I had spent eight  \nlong months yearning for rumbled, \"Hi, Rey. Long time, no see.\"  \n  \nWhirling, I found myself muzzle to muzzle with Catti.  \n  \n  \nI stood silent, just staring at him as I willed myself to start breathing  \nagain, then got my heart going. Then I whooped, and dove at him. He  \ncaught me in a crushing embrace that I returned whole-heartedly. We  \njust stood there, swaying back and forth against one another for long  \nmoments before I pulled back and met his luminous grey eyes. He smiled.  \n\"Good to see you, fox.\"  \n  \nI actually felt tears starting to wet my cheek fur as I grinned stupidly.  \n\"You too, cat. Dammit, I've missed you.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He drew me in again, nuzzling my shoulder. \"Yeah, I've missed you, too.\"  \n  \nI kissed him on the neck, worked my way up to the cheek, then our muzzles  \nmet in one of the most glorious kisses I can ever remember getting. Being  \nin love with a male is something entirely new to me, so I didn't really  \nhave a whole lot to compare it to, but it sure felt damn good to have his  \narms around me, his mouth on mine, his claws scraping through my fur.  \n  \nWe broke away finally, breathless and panting. I ran my paws along the  \nfur of his bare arms, across the shirt he wore, tracing patterns along  \nthe edges of his chest. His groin pressed against mine; I could feel his  \nexcitement, and I knew he could feel mine. His hand wandered down to the  \nbase of my tail and rested there, pulling me closer while his slim tail  \ntwined around my thigh, and I kissed him again. Our tongues met, pressing,  \nand I reached up to caress his grey ears, with teir long-haired tufts. He  \npurred - that's one of his favorite spots - lifted me up easily and carried  \nme into the bedroom.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I think I actually tore his shirt as I hurriedly stripped it off; he  \nwasn't much less rushed with my clothes. We fell to the bed, caressing  \neverywhere.  \n  \nCatti shivered as I nibbled at his neck, across his chest and lingered  \nat his nipples. \"Mmh, Rey, you remembered,\" he whispered. I just grinned  \nand slowly made my way down to his crotch ... which I passed by, though  \nthe hard, pinkish tip jutting from his sheath was sorely tempting. He  \nslowly stroked himself as I kissed and nibbled my way down one thigh and  \nback up the other.  \n  \n\"What, am I not good enough for you?\" I teased, returning to the centre  \nof attention. He grinned. \"No, you're better,\" he smiled, caressing my  \ncheek as I took his hand away from his swollen member and replaced it  \nwith my own paw. Stroking gently, I watched as he closed his eyes and  \nsighed, a long, pleased sound. \"Mm, that's beautiful, Rey. It's been  \ntoo long....\"  \n  \n\"It has... too long since I last did this,\" I murmured, then leaned  \nforward and took him deep into my muzzle with one motion. His hips jerked  \nup to meet my tongue as I explored the ridges of his cock, gently sucking  \nas I bobbed up and down on it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I let one hand trail across his balls and buttocks as I worked him, and  \nhe rested one paw on my head, guiding me onto his shaft. With a grin I'm sure he could feel, I reared back and took him fully in, the tip dipping into my throat for the half dozen strokes I could manage before I felt my gag reflex try to assert itself. He groaned and pushed up into me.  \n  \nThe taste of his prick was heady; I felt myself stiffen as I tasted the  \nfirst small jets of his seed coating my tongue. His member jerked  \nslightly, and I could almost feel it start to fill as I took him deep  \nagain, bobbing hard onto him, working him fiercely in concert with his  \nnow-frenzied plunging. He growled as I slowed my pace, teasing him with  \nlittle nips around his head, running the tip of my tongue in tiny circles,  \nholding him with one hand, before inexorably drawing him back into my  \nmouth with a slow, deliberate motion.  \n  \n\"I'm close,\" he whispered, his paws gripping my ears. \"Real... ahh!\"  \n  \nHe yowled and thrust up and I felt his cock throb against my lips as he  \ncame. I caught the first bursts of his warm cum in my mouth, then pulled  \nback and watched the remainder fountain out onto his belly. I slid up  \nnext to him and spread the semen into his fur with one hand as he breathed  \nheavily, recovering.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Catti's eyes opened, and he drew me to him in a ferocious kiss, his paw  \nfinding my engorged penis and stroking it firmly, the fur of his pads  \nfeeling prickly against the reddening skin as we kissed. Focusing my  \nattentions fully on the sensation of his fist pumping my cock, I think  \nI surprised him when I suddenly tensed and shot my load across his hand  \nand thighs with a long groan. \"You really did miss me, didn't you?\" he  \nsmiled. I nodded. \"A lot.\" I made my point by starting to stroke his  \nerection back to full hardness, then drew him to straddle me.  \n  \nTaking a small bottle of lubricant from the night stand next to the bed,  \nI spread some onto myself as Catti squatted, poised, over my crotch. I  \nnodded and he gently lowered himself down, engulfing my prick with his  \nwarmth. He let out a quiet sigh as he settled down onto me, then leaned  \nforward to kiss me. \"I love you, you know,\" he whispered, licking the  \ntip of my nose.  \n  \nI nodded. \"I know. I love you, too.\"  \n  \n\"Then fuck me, Rey. Show me.\"  \n  \nIt must have been a special occasion, because Catti rarely swears, or  \ntalks dirty like that. I complied, lifting my hips and driving into him  \nas he pushed down and back, creating a sweet friction that sent shivers  \nthrough me, centred on my groin. He thew his head back and purred, loudly,  \nas we bounced crazily, up and down, circling on one another's grinding  \npressure, our breathing getting harder and more raspy as I took his  \nerection in paw and pumped it in time to our energetic thrusting.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Suddenly, Catti tensed again, and I was rewarded with a jet of white  \nsemen that matched the fur on my chest and neck, where it impacted. I  \nredoubled my efforts as I felt his ass pulse around me, the muscles of his buttocks and abdomen gripping my erection, and the pressure  \nbuilt through my entire lower body until, with a burst of light and a  \ngroan of pleasure, I came deep within him, filling my lover with my  \nliquid heat. We stayed like that for several moments before his legs  \ngave out and he toppled to lay beside me.  \n  \nI rolled and hugged him to me. \"Damn, it's nice to have you back,\" I  \nsaid. He grinned. \"Why? Couldn't find anyone else to sleep with you while  \nI was gone?\"  \n  \nI tweaked a nipple. \"No, I couldn't find \\_you\\_ while you were gone. Where  \nwere you, anyhow?\"  \n  \nHe looked uncomfortable. \"I really shouldn't say, Rey. You know how it  \ngoes.\"  \n  \n\"Yeah, I do. I can't see how you could have been gone for that long  \nand not had teh time to call, or write, or 'puter-mail me a picture of  \nyour cute spotted butt\" - I pinched it to emphasize the remark - \"something!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I darkened slightly as he rolled away from me, just a bit, but I could  \nfeel the reluctance. \"Rey, I would, but ... I really can't tell you.\"  \n  \n\"What, were you with the government? You know...\"  \n  \nHe cut me off, laying one finger against my lips. \"I know how curious  \nyou are, love. But can you rein it in on this one? We've just had a  \nbeautiful time, and I'd rather we not start to argue over something silly  \nlike that.\"  \n  \nLifting up onto one elbow, I regarded him with a lifted eyebrow. He  \nsmiled, hesitantly, and I gave in. \"Fine,\" I said. \"But I'm not gonna  \ngive up that easily, pal.\"  \n  \nHe laughed and hauled me to him for another strong hug. \"I never thought  \nyou would, Rey. I really didn't.\"  \n  \nWe kissed again, and for a while, the question didn't even cross my mind.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Homecoming\"  \nCopyright 1997, Tony Greyfox.  \nDistribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only.  \nAll other rights are reserved to the author.  \nComments always welcome! [[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  \nFlames to [[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection), [[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  \n  \nAuthor's note: This story is part of a series of projects in similar style and using the same settings and characters, tentatively titled \"Darkside\". The basis is what looks like a novel-length item that will probably be finished on my death-bed (which is probably a long, long way off). I'm writing these short \"sequel\" chapters to flesh out character ideas and concepts, and for a bit of fun. :) Watch for more as I get them finished. --TG   \n  \n\n"}