Worst Christmas Ever
Marked "extreme" 'cause I'm guessing that's the right classification for yiff. Anyways! Hope someone somewhere enjoys it, lol
Worst Christmas Ever
It was quickly promising to be the worst Christmas I'd ever spent. I grew up in a very tight-knit family and traditionally, we'd gather as much of the family as we could to celebrate together. My family could cook too! All our food was made from scratch and only family recipes calling for fresh ingredients. It was awesome. We'd stay up Christmas eve, eat for at least an hour from about eleven at night, and then open presents at midnight (or past then if dinner ran a little long as it did every year). Oh god the presents! We'd have at least forty people over, which meant easily thirty presents each.
But this year was gonna be different. I had moved away from home around half a year ago and had let my family know I would not be able to fly over for Christmas due to a mixture of work and school about a month ago. Between those events, about two months ago, I had found a girl I instantly had a huge crush on and finally got around to asking her out the day after I made the aforementioned phone call to my family.
My family had always hoped I'd find a nice vixen, preferably a red fox like most of my family. The only family members I had that weren't red foxes were through marriage and were still just another species of fox. She was neither. That was the reason I hadn't even told them about her. Honestly, it made me very nervous that my family might drop in unexpectedly and see me with her. Kayla was a feline. What's more she wasn't even much of a cold-climate feline either: she was a mountain lion. There was no way in hell my family would agree with my choice, but I really liked her.
She was nice, caring, and incredibly cute. I had met some pretty cute girls in my life, but none like her. And, in addition, she was very sexy. I'd known a few really hot vixens (not gonna lie, a few were estranged cousins, it was a large family), but none could light a candle to my beautiful mountain kitty. Still, all this made me incredibly nervous. It didn't help things one bit that we only saw each other about three times a week, we were both incredibly busy, so whenever she came over we snuggled on the couch while I tried my best to get the courage to kiss her cheek.
Luckily, she too was the "traditional" type. We both were way too nervous to move the relationship ahead so the most we'd do is lick each other's cheeks and nuzzle a bit, but otherwise we were taking things incredibly slow. Similarly to every other holiday, I had the days off and she didn't. Well, she had Christmas day off, and I couldn't wait. I had planned for that to finally be the day I'd kiss her right on her beautiful, elegant muzzle... y'know... if I didn't black out from being so incredibly nervous.
So my plan for Christmas eve became to stay up, eat take-out from the fanciest restaurant in the area that still did take-out, and open a couple presents my best friend mailed me from California. It was gonna suck. Even he had work that night. His fast food restaurant had gone twenty four-seven and as a manager, he had to be there at closing (which I maintain makes no sense when the place doesn't actually close). And I knew how busy my family would be during Christmas, so I wasn't gonna bother them. Nevermind my school friends; they were all in college which meant either working all day to pay for college or back home with family.
I was completely alone. So, I began what I was incredibly worried might become my new yearly ritual for Christmas. Having re-heated my Christmas dinner in the crappy dorm microwave, I slowly walked through the eerily empty hallways to my tiny room. Luckily, I didn't have a roommate to worry about, but it did mean the room was even smaller than the regular dorm rooms. Immediately after putting down my now-tepid food next to my tiny TV on my desk/nightstand and sitting on my couch/bed (it's a futon), I heard a knock on my door. I wondered who it could possibly be given that it was a little past eleven at night.
"Ugh..." I grumbled as I got up, expecting it to be the dorm's caretaker telling me I forgot to unplug the microwave (it stayed on forever otherwise). Opening the door, I opened my mouth to start asking if I left the piece of crap plugged in, but before a sound could be uttered I was quickly shut up by the prettiest face I'd ever seen.
"Hey foxie..." she said as she smiled cutely. "I got the day off... mind If I come in?"
There was no way I could say no. I gulped and smiled nervously at her before taking her hand and leading her to my couch. I had left the TV on watching a marathon of all the X-Mas episodes of Futurama since before going to microwave my now probably-cold food. She stood next to the couch as if gesturing for me to sit first. I was pretty sure she wanted to sit on my lap so we could snuggle while watching TV. She did. I wrapped my arms around her and smiled, feeling myself getting more nervous at the thought of kissing her. Kayla was the best girlfriend ever.
She was warm, her tail was wagging, I could feel hear paws shaking lightly as they often did when she was nervous. I saw the exact same symptoms when I first asked her out and when I first invited her over to my tiny dorm room. Maybe she wanted to kiss me? Or maybe she wanted me to kiss her? It always seemed like I was the dominant one of the relationship, but it was pretty hard to tell 'cause we were both very submissive to each other and generally very calm around each other.
Then she did what I thought she was nervous about. She suddenly got up and turned to face me, holding tight in her arms as I did the same. Until now I had managed to keep myself from getting... umm... stiff... but for some reason having her sitting on my lap facing me was just too hot and I started to lose control over it. My heart raced faster than it had before as she slowly let go of me and looked me in the eyes. I so wanted to kiss her right on her charming muzzle but I chickened out in the end, I nuzzled her softly before licking her cheek (a foxy kiss) and smiling at her.
"Close your eyes," she said as she smiled a little more.
"Oh god..." I thought nervously. "She wants me to close my eyes so she can kiss me without me seeing it coming! How romantic... why didn't I think of that?" My thoughts were racing as I tried to figure out what he was doing while my eyes were closed. I felt her scoot back a little bit. "She's moving back a little... a better position for the kiss? Wow, she really put a lot of thought into this," my thoughts continued to race as she turned off the TV.
I'm having a hard time coming up with the sound effect for this part honestly. It's not often I write about these kinds of things. This was also the first time either of us had ever gone through such an experience so it's not like I could've gotten the onomatopoeia from a previous girlfriend. Good news is: I can indeed come up with an incredibly accurate sound effect for what happened immediately after that. It was like a...
"Ziiiiiiiiiiiip!"
My heart skipped a beat. I really wanted to open my eyes, but if I opened them it would be going against something she wanted and I simply couldn't do that, I loved her too much. Both my heart and mind were racing. I was no longer just nervous, I was worried. If she was doing what I thought she was, she'd be moving the relationship along far faster than I thought was possible for either of us to have done in months... years even!
"No..." I thought. "I must be making it all up in my head. There's no way she'd be doing that... it might be something else. Maybe she opened her purse to get something out of it? That wouldn't explain how my pants felt like they'd been unzipped. She also didn't carry a purse. Nope, that couldn't be it, none of it added up in my head. What else could she possibly be doing?"
It became very obvious that it was indeed what I once thought as her warm paw gripped my sheath.
"You can open your eyes now foxie..." she said as I took what was quite probably the deepest breath I'd ever taken in my whole life. She smiled cutely at me as I began to pant softly and tried my hardest to smile back. Her other paw slid down my tummy past the paw now softly moving up and down my white fuzzy sheath down to my similarly white and fuzzy balls. I had no idea what to do, so I lifted my paws to her sides and slipped them under her shirt, softly holding her sides, feeling her soft warm fur on my paws as I tried my hardest not to drool.
She licked the tip of my nose cutely as she did from time to time to show affection, except, rather being followed by a hug or a nuzzle, it was followed by her pulling back my sheath to reveal my wet fox cock and softly fondling my warm balls. Oddly enough, I instantly stopped drooling when her paw came off my sheath and grabbed my cock, once again inhaling deeper than ever before. I stopped drooling so much that my muzzle actually went dry, so much so that I tried to gulp and had a very hard time doing so.
Starting slow, I could hear her purring as she softly stroked me. Hearing her put me at ease, and my tail began to wag. Even though I was probably enjoying it before this, I hadn't really seen it past how incredibly nervous I was until this point.
"Your tail's wagging," Kayla said with a playful tone. "Enjoying yourself?"
I tried to come up with something really sharp, really clever, something a proper fox would say. However, all I could really say was "I'm... I'm enjoying you plenty love."
Yeah, it was pretty cheesy, but I heard her purr louder past that and smile, showing she clearly liked it despite being probably my worst attempt to say something witty and romantic. I then opened my muzzle to try and say something more clever, but all I could do was start to pant again. She giggled before moving her paw to my lower back and pulling herself forward, my balls now just under her softest of fur.
After giving me a lick on the cheek, she giggled again and started to stroke my entire shaft, her increasingly hot paw letting go of my cock with every stroke before starting back at the tip and pushing her paw down to my sheath which was still concealing my knot. Moving my paws to her lower back, still under her shirt, I pulled her lightly feeling her warmth pressing up against mine. She then showed me the most amazing feeling I had ever felt.
When I pulled her closer, she leaned forward and nuzzled me softly. Her purring was quite loud and I simply loved it, there was nothing better than knowing she was happy. It was very close to the feeling her warm paw gave me when she began to slide it up and down my entire shaft as quickly as she could while still nuzzling up against me. It was a feeling of both the deepest love and lust together in one beautiful, sexy feline.
Feeling my cock beginning to throb, I was about to tell her I was close before realizing no words were coming forth from my muzzle. All that came out was a soft moan which I tried quickly to suppress. I could tell she still got what I was trying to say cause she started stroking slower and slower as I tried not to cum all over her paw. For just a few seconds I just sat there, staring into her beautiful eyes as it seemed we were both trying to figure out what to do as her paws stood still, one still firmly grasping my wet rod.
Trying to see if I could help her enjoy it some more (and, not gonna lie, I'd wanted to do this since we met), I slowly lifted my paws up her back then around her sides. I smiled at her as I slowly slipped my paws underneath her bra... wait a second... she's wasn't even wearing one that day! It was very nice, made it a lot easier to hold her soft, warm boobs in my paws. Luckily, all the nervousness made my paws warm and she didn't seem to mind me softly caressing her as she let out a soft moan and her tail twitched happily.
"Close your eyes again foxie," she said with a somewhat devious looking smile. I'd have been a lot more worried or nervous about what she was gonna do next if it wasn't for the fact that she had just spent several minutes getting me the horniest I'd ever been my entire life (including while in the middle of cumming in the shower before I had a girlfriend). So, I closed my eyes, my mind once again trying to think of what she might have in store for me now. Deep down I was hoping she'd start stroking me again but all I could feel was her getting off of my lap without letting go of my cock.
It was a little confusing, but that confusion only lasted a few seconds as I felt my cock suddenly engulfed by a deep, and very wet, warmth I'd never felt before. I couldn't help but open my eyes as I was filled with the strongest feeling of euphoria I had ever had. Then I saw something absolutely beautiful... not only had she taken off her shirt (which was weird I didn't notice given I still had my paws caressing her breasts), but she had taken my cock and slipped it inside her incredibly hot and wet vagina.
Licking her cheek a couple times, I slid my paws down her sides and firmly grabbed her soft warm butt. She let out a soft "meep!" as she began to blush deeply. Her short, elegant muzzle opened slowly as she started to pant and bounce up and down.
She instantly started to moan softly as my cock slid inside her. Slowly she began bouncing a little higher and faster as I helped her by lifting her up with my paws, her warm butt bouncing off my lap as I thrusted up against her with each bounce. I could tell she was enjoying it as her soft moans would come through despite her obvious attempts to stifle them.
"Moan... all... you want..." I began, speaking between pants and thrusts deep inside her. "I... wanna... hear you... enjoy it..."
She instantly wrapped her arms around me and held me close, leaning me against the back rest while still bouncing up and down with her hips. My paws instinctively moved to her hips and rather than lifting her up began to pull her down against me. I was worried I could go off at any moment but at the time I really couldn't care less. She was so warm, and wet I wouldn't dream of ever pulling out if I had the choice. Then she set my mind at ease with just two words...
"Cum foxie..." she said as she began to bounce up and down my shaft as hard and fast as she could, often just barely keeping the tip inside of her before I'd pull her back down against me. Feeling her clearly want it, I pulled her down harder with each thrust, trying to get as deep inside her as was physically possible. Her moans got louder and louder until it seemed like she was screaming at the top of her lungs when suddenly I felt my cock go deeper inside of her than it had before. My knot flew inside her while she continued to bounce up and down, my throbbing cock moving only a short distance with each thrust as she could no longer pull away fully.
With almost perfect synchronization, I felt her warmth suddenly grasp me tighter than before as she let out a long moan and stopped bouncing and I began to cum deep inside her. My mind couldn't think, all I could think was, "hold her... go as deep as possible," and I did just that. Pulling her down as hard as I could while pushing up with my hips I felt her shiver as her moans slowly got softer and softer, still panting very heavily.
She let go of her tight embrace slowly and pulled back a bit, just enough that we could see deep into each other's eyes, and I finally got the courage to do something I'd wanted to do since we first met. I lifted a paw to her lower back and the other behind her heading, pulling her softly against me I finally gave her the kiss she deserved. Our tongues danced briefly as she let out another short moan and our muzzles slowly parted, both returning to panting.
We both wrapped our arms around each other and cuddled happily, my tail wagging as she purred so loud I was sure they could hear her downstairs three floors away. I licked her cheek and smiled happily. Without even thinking, I said to her, "This means I'm yours now and you're mine."
Contrary to the millions of negative reactions I instantly saw in my head in the brief fraction of a second she took to respond, she giggled cutely and said, "I'm so happy to hear that... I love you so much, Rey."
"I love you too, Kayla."
And we simply tipped over and fell asleep right there, still inside her (couldn't pull out for at least half an hour anyway). And that's the story of how the night that promised to be the very worst Christmas yet, turned out to be the best I'd ever had (until next year. Oh boy, wait 'til you hear what she did for me next year).
Written by: Pedro "Reynard" Loustaunau, Christmas day, 2011.
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