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For Ka: You knew I had to write a porn.

For Not-Ka: This story is written in a completely apathetic style. Sorry, but I don't care.

Jessger is a furry. He has a tail and a weird name. His tail is super fluffly and stuff because he is a fox. What he has also are ears. So he could hear things. Furry things.

Jessger works in a library, so that makes him a librarian. I don't really know what he does in the library because I don't really talk to Jessger all that much. I do know some things about Jessger, like he can play the trombone rather awfully. He hasn't invented anything, because he doesn't care enough to. Jessger's life is really boring. Except the sex that he has with Vijak, who is another furry.

Can you guess the gender of Vijak? That's right, male. He is a male because most furries are gay. Thus, Jessger and Vijak are both gay. And they both have "J"s in their name somewhere. A difference between the two is that Vijak is a snow leopard. I know, I know, I am so very uncreative, but I like snow leopards, okay?

I am really cold. I am going to put on a jacket. Brr. Furries don't get cold because they have fur. And if you a feline furry, your body temperature is normally one hundred one degrees. No idea what nonfeline body temperatures are, but it doesn't matter. Another interesting fact is that the speed of light is 186,000 miles a second. Where the hell is my jacket anyway? Oh. Okay. Carrying on.

I guess this is where the story starts. Like most amateur literature, I can't think of any other way to start it than

"BEEP BEEP BEEPALY BEEP"

Jessger hates alarm clocks five times more than you do because of his fox ears. It really hurts. What also adds to the punishment is that Jessger was the type able to wake to the sound of soothing rainforest noises. It was always the birds cawing that got him. When he went through the pleasureable sound phase, he bought and returned at least three machines, each one more annoying than the last. I think the outcome of that situation was that Jessger manipulated Vijak into giving him a neck massage every night. Vijak gave just about the best god damn neck massages in the whole wide world.

Today is Monday, the very Monday after daylight savings time, a Jessger woke up without a clue, as most people do. In fact, he woke up thinking he was in a bathysphere on the way to Rapture, and almost screamed when he saw Vijak, whom he thought a splicer. If you don't understand this, just know that I am tying in a cultural reference to a specific computer game. Vijak was not being a good splicer, since he was still fast asleep. He bifurcated the species of cats into a branch that awoke as easily as Jessger, and a branch that included him which slept through hurricanes.

Vijak was awoken by an unknown fox straddling his hips and nibbling on his ear. Vijak had a hard time caring since he was still what many modern studies considered unconscious. He resumed not caring when he was fully collected because he was a very passive person. Er, furson, sorry. Vijak would think Jessger strange and jumpy every morning he awoke with a different Bioshock confusion, but he always woke up after Jessger because most of the time he was lost in a dream in which he was engineering revolutionary sex positions. If Vijak had a job, which he doesn't, it would be in a sex shop or like some kind of place where people pay to have sex.

"Vij vij vij vij, I have to go to work soon. I am going to get ready! I will see you later!" percolated the fox. His routine of getting ready was a brush of his teeth and a change of his clothes. Naturally, he didn't need coffee and he took his showers at night ever since the... accident. Really, there was no accident, but I felt this story needed some suspense.

"Mrrgrh. Have fun."

Jessger was supposed to be at work fourty minutes ago. I don't know if you've ever met one, but librarians are really particular about some things. Especially Jess' colleagues. So why was Jess late anyway? He was so enraptured in getting-to-know-you time with Vijak that he forgot about daylight savings time and didn't set his clock. God, I hate when that happens. Jess didn't even realize it yet. Oh, is he in for something when he gets to the library! Nothing worse than old people in glasses with white frayed hair yelling at you because you put sex as a greater priority than work. Which was actually pretty frequent. Furries.

Vij woke up about an hour after Jess left, because he himself had to get ready for class in an hour. I think it was about history of Cambodia or something, I can't remember. I will have to ask him about that. His morning routine was a little bit more complicated than Jess', since he require both a shower and multiple cups of coffee. He burnt his tongue on the second cup just before he walked out the door, so his spirits went down a notch.

Come on, what am I supposed to talk about when both of them aren't at home? I don't know.

Luckily for the author, Vij comes home at about noon, or ten fifty two according to the alarm clock. Jess gets out of librarian hell at like three or something, so that leaves three hours in which Vijak can do anything he wants. So he eats ramen and plays Guitar Hero. This story is really boring I apologize. It is completely uneventful because there are no conflicts really except for the evil alarm clock. You know what? I am going to use the power of artistic license to put a little evil face on the front of the clock with silver sharpie. Man, will Vijak be confused when he sees that!

Jess comes home at four of the clock because he explained the situation to the nicest librarian he knows, and they worked out an accord to just shift his hours down one. Who can argue with a hyperactive, bubbly fox?

Vijak sees the door open out of the corner of his eye in the middle of Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart and an ambiguous, quickly congealing blob of fur and clothes rush head on into him and jump on his lap, despite a portion of it being already occupied by a plastic imitation guitar. And.... he fails the song because he is paying more attention to this ball of fluff, giving it kisses on its ears and nibbling at its cheeks. I think they are... yeah, this is... foreplay.

"Hey, leopardy~"

"Ah, hey, look at this, you made me fail my song. I was doing good, too."

"Guitar Hero is dumb!"

"Point made, I suppose."

Jess has been ridiculously horny ever since he had to reshelf the male sexuality section while Vijak was brushing up on some important event in Phnom Penh's history. Phnom Penh is the capital of Cambodia, in much the same way as cock is the capital of Jessger's brain. Not that he is dumb or anything, because he is a librarian, and librarians do know everything.

Vijak has been ridiculously horny ever since he was thirteen.

Time to set the scene, my wonderously devoted readers. The soundtrack of Samurai Champloo plays in the background, currently Tsutchie - Sincerely (see [this](%5C) ). Jess is giving cute little nips all over Vij's neck and collarbone, and the imitation guitar, well, it falls out of the chair and chips itself on the hardwood floor. The temperature is seventy eight degrees, and the chair is made out of beige pleather. Vij is wearing an unbuttoned polo and worn greenish-navy jeans, contrasting Jess' black slacks and white dress shirt, which he is currently de-shirting in the heat of the moment. It ends up on top of the guitar, just by a coincidence.

"Jessy, I missed you today... how did daylight savings time go over with the librarinuns?"

That was weird; it was like I was writing seriously for a moment there. Oh well, I guess I should, since this part is why you are reading this anyway.

Jess is facing Vij on his lap, with legs wrapped behind Vij's back, keeping his hindpaws warm between him and the chair. Jess nibbles the very tip of Vij's wet felid nose, pulling close to him with arms around his neck.

"Well, I matched my hour late with an hour's overttime; glad I'm not in the lion's den. Or worse, reading books to kids."

Vij, in turn, props his legs up, letting Jess sink in towards him. He has one paw just above Jess' fluffy tail, pulling him up to sneak in a deep kiss while the other paw strokes out his spine. Jess moves his legs out and just straddles Vij's legs instead, his black feet ending up right next to Vij's kneecaps. They stay like this for the remainder of the Tsutchie album, and the stereo controlled by an out of reach laptop switches to "The Campfire Headphase" by some Scottish band ( see [this](%5C) ). Vij and Jess are very happy people like this. Nonetheless, Jess cannot resist humping his mind-bogglingly hard fox-cock against Vijak's jeaned lap, signalling his desire for an even more comfotable position.

It doesn't take long for Vijak to clue in.

"Mm, you horny fox."

He nudges his vulpine love up from their snuggling, kissing him all over his face and whiskers while standing before leaning Jess over the side of the pleather couch.

"Hey! You are far hornier than I usually! I just... I had to reshelf... you know... that section again...."

"Oh, I see. Poor thing."

Jess drops his slacks quickly, throwing them, coincidentally, on top of the dress shirt on top of the imitation guitar. Man, it's a good thing they didn't get a wireless Guitar Hero controller, or else they'd never find it again. Furries.

Anyway, Jess hikes his tail up high over his naked self, showing off his tailhole to Vij, who is unbuttoning his pants around his immediately hard cock. Vij takes his place behind the bent-over Jess (who is teasing him by wriggling his rump all over the place in front of his boyfriend's dick).

"You want it, foxy boy?" Vij says as he traces the curves of the fox-ass with the head of dick, his hips barely undulating forwards.

"Mm, come on, I spent hours daydreaming about your cock! I think the 'nuns were excited to give me the reshelving job just minutes into the day."

Vijak claws down Jess's back, pulling him onto the head of his dick, letting the smaller fox do all the work. Jess lets out an excited yip, nuzzling the cushions of the couch as the head of Vij's dick sinks into him, greeting it with a tight warm, moany entrance.

Then, almost without warning, he bucks forcefully into the ass offered to him, paws on Jess' shoulders. Vij sinks his entire cat-cock into Jess, flushing his hips against Jess' in the middle of Satellite Anthem Icarus. Jess arches his back and moans in time with his love's fucking, reaching a paw down under him to paw off his foxhood, knotted and all already.

Vij is really quite happy to be fucking Jess, and voices his opinion. Jess countermands with an acceptance and admittance of a similar one.

"Fuck, I wanted to fuck you all day, you should have gone to work even later..."

"Mm, maybe, but, ah, then you'd be all snoozy, ah, and not so willing to fuck, ah, me..." Jess' speech was intermittent and interspersed with pants and moans from Vij's fucking.

Vij, always endurant (Is this a word? The author does not knoooow.) humps through like, three or four albums. Halfway through, they switch positions back to when Jess got home, and Jess is now bouncing on top of Vij's dick, hugging close to him and sucking on his BFF's neck, his breath rolling out across Vij's fur and down his chest.

"Jess, I'm gonna mark your cute little fox-ass, mrr..."

Jess, of course, is in a state of absolute exstacy, and just can't wait until Vij comes. He bounces faster and harder on Vij's lap, his weight pressing down, getting Vij's cock even deeper inside him. He feels it jump against his walls, knowing exactly what happens next. Jess latches onto Vij's panting muzzle, giving a super-deep kiss and tonguing around the leopard's fangs, riding out his deep purrs and matching them with little churrowls as he paws himself to climax quickly, letting out his cum onto Vijak's chest, clenching his tailhole extra-tight around a certain cat's dick, giving Vijak more resistance to fuck through. Vij likes that very much and voices his opinion about this.

"Mm, Jess, I like that you cum before me. I like fucking a tight hole."

Vij humps up as hard and deep as he can, burying himself deep inside Jess, biting gently on fox-tongue as he shoots jets of cum inside Jess' ass, just as soon as the American Beauty soundtrack starts up. Jess sits impaled and panty on Vij's spent dick, his ass full and dripping of male seed, leaning on Vij's slightly cummed-on chest as "Any Other Time" starts up. That song is about the best god damn afterglow song in the whole wide world. The two of them, so tired from the session, take a nap, sleeping right up against each other.

The notebook computer, sick of picking songs that fit the moment, launched into several albums of Marilyn Manson and Dragonforce.

They wake up, and Vij does homework or something it doesn't matter you don't care

THE END.