The Barnyard Bash
Nathan travels across the globe to visit his older brother for his birthday and is in for a big surprise.
It's been a very long time since I lasted posted a story here. Due to working suicidal hours and going to school I had extremely little time to write. But, I did do a bit of writing in my spare time and this is what came out of it! Yayness! I hope you like it. I should be writing more stories like this.
~Neptune
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Warning: This story contains spoogy yiff, alcohol, urine, country accents, an ATV, handcuffs, the destruction of an $80 shirt, a Husky with a footpaw fetish, something called "Sunshine Juice", and numerous bits of moral wrongness. If these things do not appeal to you, please hit the 'Back' button on your browser and pretend this never happened. It was only a dream. For everyone else; Enjoy!
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The Barnyard Bash
By: Neptune Wolf
"Crap. It's 8'o clock and I get here and he's not here!" I yelled as I walked, rather calmly, through the door of the dark empty house. I had a 2 hour flight down South and 45 minute cab ride for my brother's birthday. My brother gave me a key a while back, luckily. I stumbled through the living room of his small house with the door open behind me to let in the dim light from the moon. He lived in a nice cottage bungalow in small farming town. My only suitcase, I threw it onto the old couch. I lifted my muzzle to the air and took a whiff. Smelled like dirt with a hint of gasoline and motor oil. I didn't want to take off my coat. It was Italian made and his house was . . . not. Not to be a snob or anything, but my bro was always quite the dirty fox.
With the help of the dim moonlight pouring in from the open door, I felt around for the light switch. It came on with a clean "Click". Once the light was on, my red tail swished seeing that it wasn't 'that' messy. I slipped off my coat and put it over my suitcase. I was here for my older brother's 28th birthday, which was tomorrow. I made sure I told him I'd be here at around 7:30. He couldn't wait half an hour for his lil bro! I sighed. Who knew when he'd be back, so I decided to rummage through his living room.
Lamar is my brawny brother, a muscular fox with a taste for eclectic knowledge and extreme sports since he was five. On the table in front of the couch was a set of large, dirty springs and three brake shoes, most likely from his off-road racer Mitsubishi. He told me about it in a few of our phone conversations which I tuned out. Off-road racing, snowboarding, and lumberjack tournaments is just something that doesn't appeal to me and it's all he could talk about. Looking around his place, I could tell it's still all the fox could talk about. There were all kinds of trophies and plaques and pictures of him playing all sorts of odd sports.
One particularly caught my eye. I walked closer to it to examine it. It was a picture of him with a smoking chainsaw in one paw, a half-naked big breasted wolf in his other paw, and a wreath of laurels over his black-tipped, pointy ears. I laughed a bit to myself.
"Wass'ow fun'eh, lil'el brow?" A voice called from behind me. Startled me so bad, I almost ran into the wall in front of me.
"Martie!! What's up? Where ya been?" I said turning around to hug him, but stopped when I saw the muddy mess on his, once white, t-shirt under a pair of faded blue-jean overalls (at least, I hoped it was mud). He held out his paw for me to shake with a sweet closed-eyed bashful smile. I shook his paw lightly.
"Ay seeya still the clean bugger uh duh fam'ly, eh, Nathan!" he said with a clean-toothed smile.
"And I see you still like to work on you accents. Need to work on your Scottish, Martie. It's getting sloppy." he chuckled full-heartedly.
"Well, around these parks, it's good to try to fit in, at least a lil bit." I only nodded. It's been about 9 years since he moved to this part of the country. Luckily for me, I'm back from being an American exchange student in Rome so it was only a short flight to get here. He continued.
"So what are ya now? 18? 19?"
"22."
"Yikes. 'They grow up fast' dad would say." The brawny fox said as he went into the small corridor kitchen to clean the motor oil from his paws.
"So what's with this picture?"
"Oh, that? Just my first Canadian Lumberjack Competition. I'm number one over there." He said with a swagger. It was weird being around my brother after all this time. He called often and told me about his adventures away from home, but to see it was something different. It was . . . real.
"So how're ya going to spend you're b-day, Martie?" I asked while following him into the kitchen when he waved a seemingly pair of clean glasses, inviting me closer. He reached into the fridge as I sat down.
"Guinness or Whiskey, Nate?" He asked. I wasn't much for alcohol, but why not? He's my brother I haven't seen for almost a decade.
"Guinness." I said with a nod and a smile. Never had the stuff before and when he poured it, I thought it was carbonated coffee. I sipped it sparingly.
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Somehow, we got to talking about the past decade. When I was at Math Camp in ninth grade, he was backpacking across Europe. While I was in advanced Italian class, he was studying under his Idol, Bret Wellington; an gold medalist off-road champion.
"Yeah, after spending a few months with the guy he gave me a Mitsubishi Evo VII. Told me if I could tune it to be a winner, I could keep it. If I couldn't, he'd take it back and make me pay for it." Lamar's left ear pointed to the side as his head gestured to a trophy on the counter next to a coffee pot and some dirty plates. His smile so wide his fangs seemed to gleam and his whiskers spread out. I looked back in awe. First place. There was no way my times in Italian class were anywhere near as fun as his time here in Europe.
While he was learning ancient stone grinding wheat and bread making techniques from the old masters in Paris, I was struggling through Calculus II and Advanced Physics. When I was making my Valedictorian speech in front of 400 peers of my graduating class, he was finishing first in the Lumberjack Competitions in Canada.
"Yep. 4.0 grade point average over 4 years: a perfect score. Schools were just throwing money at me left and right. 50 grand here, 70 grand there, full ride scholarship to the left of me, job offers to the right of me. Get this: I ended up going to the University of Rome all expenses paid for 4 year. All I have to do is teach a few pups English while I studied architecture and civil engineering." I said, somewhat slurred. Somehow there were 2 empty cans of Guinness were in front of me and somewhere during the conversation, Lamar had took off his soiled white shirt from under his overalls. His muscles were well defined under his red and white dusty fur from working on his car or ATV all night.
We were both laying on the floor under the cheap wooden table when he was telling me the action-packed tale of the time he and a few buds teamed up in a paint-ball tournament out in the woods last summer.
"E wos peach block ow sigh' royte ,"he said with his best cheap, thick Australian/Scottish/Welsh accent. I was just a little buzzed but I was completely into the story, leaning in closer as he spoke. "Me eh Barney was shoul'er ta shoul'er. We could hear'em firing behind us: Plap! Plap! Paap! Buh we couldnd see'em. The bloody dudes wa eh'reware! Then suddenly I pull out this sawed-owf shotgun lookin' mod-ed paintball gun I had stashed. 'I got this!' I said loadin' this thing with these paintball shotgun rounds. Blam!" His arms were up as if he were holding the paintball shotgun. "With one pull uh ma lil fing'ah I take out four of'em. Hit'em so hard, had to call a medic. True story!" He said with his paws the air for honesty. I giggled a bit.
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After his little story, I glanced at the clock, it was half past 10.
"So you still didn't answer my question; What you wanna do for your birthday?" I asked. His ears perked for a moment and he jolted up.
"That's right! Johnnie's throwing a bash down the street tonight! Told me to stop by." I followed him up from under the table and into the living room. He quickly rummaged through the old newspapers on the coffee table and found a scrap of paper with something scribbled on it. He grabbed his keys. "Lets go, lil bro. It'll be fun!" He tossed me my jacket and we were off.
We jumped into his ATV. Luckily for me, I had on some jeans and nice blue tee, somewhat tight, under my coat. We were far from the city so the moonlight seemed brighter, but the lights were still needed. Lamar drove us through the empty field behind his house. It seemed to go on forever, but then we reached a rocky, wooded area. Apparently there were no roads that led to Johnny's party.
"There's something I should tell you, Nate." I could barely hear him over the diesel engine, but I could hear enough as he bounced and jutted across the off-road terrain. "My friends, Johnnie, Barney, Randy, and the gang, aren't your typical fancy cafe-gourmet-coffee drinking fursons you've gotten used to in Rome. They live simple lives where they work very hard and party even harder. Just . . . try to be nice. And if someone offers you something called 'Sunshine Juice' say NO. But other than that, be nice and you'll have a good time, I promise you." I only nodded.
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We got there in a little less than 40 minutes of intense riding. "Down the Street" my ass! I was surprised, to say the least, to find out that 'there' was a barn. There was rave music playing and pulsating lights RIGHT THERE in a fecking run-down red barn. A few furs were outside drinking something from red plastic cups and talking and laughing while a lot of others were inside dancing to the music.
Lamar got off the ATV first after we 'parked' on a level patch of dirt. I followed behind him quite closely, almost feeling the heat coming from his bare chest under the loose blue-jean overalls.
"Well looka here! If it ain't Martie, the soon ta be birthday fox! And what's that behind ya?" An over-weight wolf wearing a faded blue-jean overalls yelled in an American-country accent as we approached. Lamar waved to him.
"Hey Johnnie. This here's my lil bro I've been tellin' ya about." He pushed me forward a bit and reluctantly held out my paw for him to shake. The wolf looked down at my outreached paws and laughed full heartedly.
"He's just like I imagined he would be, Martie!" he said still laughing. "Look a here, pup, we'll do none that formal paw-shaking here. We show love." and before I could react he gave me a bear-hug. I could hear my spine crackling and popping as he lifting my rather small frame off the ground. He laughed good and hard and set me down. "See what I mean? Those city boys don't know nothin' 'bout no country folk. Now tell me about those new brakes on that racer of yours . . ." He turned around, guiding my brother into the barn as they went off into another conversation leaving me alone outside with people I knew nothing about.
Almost immediately after they disappeared into the crowd of furs, a raccoon in a dark blue shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots approached me.
"Here have this." He passed me one of the two red plastic cups, filled with an unidentified alcohol, that was in his paws. "This is a lil something something from Johnny's stash; that good ol' fashioned Moonshine." The fox said taking a sip himself. "The good stuff." He had a somewhat Texan accent.
I took it and sipped with a nod.
"I'm Nathan, but everyone calls me Nate." I held out my paw and he shook it.
"The name's Grant. But everyone calls me Grant." The coon said. I just smiled a little.
"This a normal kind of thing here?" I asked gesturing back to the barn behind me. He raised an eyebrow then nodded.
"Yep. Judging from your jacket, you're not from round here, are ya? This here is The Barnyard Bash. Everybody comes here every Friday if they want a lil fun." The Raccoon took a gulp for the cup in his paw. "Why don't I show ya what happens in Johnny's Barn." He quickly grabbed me by the arm and led me inside.
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"And that stall over there is where you get your drinks. That corner over there is where you go if you wanna get some Sunshine Juice. See that horse faced son of a bitch over there? He's got the full-moon pills. First one's free, second is gonna cost ya, same with Sunshine Juice. Over there," the raccoon pointed. "Is where the Bid Wiz table is. Over here on the left is Dominoes. Food outside by the bar-b-que pits. This floor you standing on, is the dance floor. Upstairs in that hay loft over there is the DJ. Some new guy. I don't know. In that box by the last stall is glow sticks. Have at it. I'll be back, grabbing a few ribs from outside. Want something, Nate?" I shook my head, no. "Okay na. When the all the ribs and chicken gone and you stuck with a cold hot dog don't come crying to me." Grant had a fading country accent and a loud voice. Could hear him clearly despite the music, which wasn't bad for a Barn Rave.
I walked over to the glow sticks and grabbed a red one. I had a kiddie smile on my muzzle when I saw it was the last one left of my favorite color. The music was pulsating and loud, like at most raves I've been to. I've never seen such a bunch of fursons in a rave. Dirty overalls, straw hats, rifles, and big belt buckles galore.
I looked around, still sipping the moonshine (which burned going down), trying to spot my brother and Johnny in the crowd but after a while either the music or the moonshine got into me because I was dancing to the music, just little moves, bobbing my head and whatnot. But soon I got into it, waving my red glow stick, took off my jacket and hung it on a pitchfork somewhere. I couldn't find Grant anywhere.
Just looking through the crowd I could see that this was a normal thing here. Everyone was in a group of some sort. The motor heads in one section, the drunks, the cliché farmers, the older furs. But one group caught my attention. They were the loudest, playing some kind of drinking game. Reminded me of the Frat parties on campus. I decided to move in a little closer to hear what was going on. I was a little bit tipsy but I couldn't help but notice they were mostly wolves which, being a fox, made me uncomfortable.
I bumped into someone behind me and turned around to apologize.
"Well well well. Look what we have here!" The wolf I ran into said mockingly. Two other furs turned around, a hyena and a husky. I wanted to say something but all that came out was,
"S-stop stop spinn'n'ning around. . . .yeah!" I was wobbling around a bit trying to gain my balance with the much lighter red plastic cup in my paw, the glow stick waving in my other paw. The hyena put an arm around my shoulder, a sly look spreading on all of their muzzles.
"Well well, boys. Looks like we got ourselves a Red Light Special." The hyena said. I raised an eyebrow. "Usually only females pick out the red glow sticks, but tonight, we got ourselves a 'special' kind of boy."
"Red light? W-what?" I managed to get out. The hyena was practically holding me steady.
"Tell'em about the light system, Shane." The hyena said to the larger wolf.
"Hehehe. White glow stick equals 'Virgin looking for fun'. Green equals 'Taken'. Blue; 'Buy me and drink and we'll talk.'. Yellow; 'I'll go down on ya for a drink'. And, my favorite, Red; 'Take me how you want me.'. Hehehe." He had a wide smile, but I had barely registered what was said; something about lights? I just laughed along.
The husky got on the other side of me, wrapping his arm around me with the hyena's as they led me out of the barn like an old friend.
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We were on the side of some old wooden structure in the middle of an old, overgrown wheat field. We must have been far since I could only barely hear the loud music from the party. I was sitting down in the field and saw the trail where they dragged me, my socks and shoes missing. I must have blacked out or something, my head was pounding. The air had a hint of motor oil in it. Suddenly I felt a splash of warm liquid (I hope was water) against my face. It kinda burned.
"Ow!"
"Well well. Looks like Foxie here finally decided to wake up!" The wolf said. He took a sip from a brown bottle with four X's on it and a label that said "Johnny Johanson's Special".
"You betta get yo self ready, Fox! Yee Haw!!" The Husky said waving his straw hat. "Cut him, JR."
Get ready for what?!? I said to myself, tilting my head. The Hyena, apparently called JR, came at me with a Bowie. I tried to get up but then noticed my paws and feet were handcuffed to the wooden structure. I flinched when the wide blade skidded across my chest from my belly to my chin. I was breathing hard, almost in tears.
"Little sissy boi!" JR rested a bare footpaw on my stomach to hold me still as he ripped the remnants of my blue shirt off. "Didn't even scratch ya!" I looked down. He didn't, but he ruined an 80 dollar shirt!
"Hehe, I bet the Fox is going to enjoy this as much as we are! Take his fancy britches too, JR." The wolf said with a laugh. He ran a paw through his blond head-fur. JR straddled on top of me, with a leg on each side and his short tail in my face, and got to work slicing up my jeans. I didn't move for fear of being cut.
"Looka here! He's got that 'Calvin Kline' underwear! Must have cost him a pretty penny." The husky laughed rough and barkingly.
"I got dibs on the Calvin Klines when were done!" Shane, the wolf, said as he pushed the hyena off of me. "Hmm, what shall we do with him now, fellas?" The husky spoke up quickly.
"I think we should ride this fox like a mechanical bull!" His belt was already being pulled off.
"Naw, James. I think we should have a lil co-lab-er-ration, Meaning, Me First!" Shane sounded out each syllable which for some reason made 80% more afraid.
My eyes went wide. I was shaking like a leaf with my tail between my legs at the thought of one of these guys doing anything to me. James and Shane were already taking off their overalls, but JR was a bit more reserved as he watched Shane stand over me and undo the clips of his overalls and slid them off, revealing that he wore no underwear. The wolf was a bit overweight to say the least, but his stomach wasn't all jiggly. His plump sheath pointed down at my muzzle. 'Oh no.' I though to myself as the spinning image of the wolf got closer until he was on his knees over me, the tip of his sheath inches away from my muzzle.
I was still too tipsy to move fast but I leaned my head to the side and strained against the cuffs. The wooden shack seemed a bit weak.
"Oh no you don't!" JR said as he hit the large wolf up-side his head with a piece of left-over lumber. He fell down, not out cold but he had to be hurt. Shane suddenly grabbed the hyena's leg and pulled him down.
"What the hell, boi? I'm the Big Chief around here. I get to fuck first, you two just get the leftovers. Now I'd suggest you two get ta pawing whiles you wait."
He took a 2X4 to the head and didn't feel a fecking thing! The moonshine must work wonders! The husky did as he was told, already naked and furiously pawing at his sheath, tail wagging like a puppy. JR had only sat down where he landed, somewhat defeated.
"Just don't loosen him up to much, 'Chief'." JR said while rubbing his head.
I struggled with the chains a bit more, testing to see if I could possibly break it with one. The wooden shack shook and clanked for a moment, but wouldn't budge. Shane snickered, stroking his sheath, coaxing more and more of his member out just inches from my muzzle. I moved my muzzle away, still trying the chains.
"Naw, naw, Foxie. No need ta be shy." The wolf said trying to be smooth. He grabbed my muzzle roughly and turned my head to face his sheath. The big wolf stroked his sheath until a bit of pink poked through. The smell hit me rather hard. He was as funky as dumpster. I haven't smelled a cock that rank since ever. Before I could move out of the way, the wet tip was in my muzzle and he was pulling back his sheath even more and held it behind his forming knot. "Use yer purdy lil teeth and you'll be leaving without'em, Foxie." JR laughed in the background. I whimpered slightly, still trying the chains around my footpaws.
"I'll hold'em! I'll Hold'em!" James, the Husky said a bit too excitedly as he practically pounced onto my footpaws, holding them firmly to the ground, wagging his tail again. His small, yet thick member, waggling between his legs as his tail wagged. Shane slowly yet surely began humping my muzzle with his foul-smelling canine cock. Every time he hilted his thick 8 inches into my muzzle, my nose would be flush with his crotch, getting a good whiff of the dried piss his his crotchfur. My eyes watered.
"Don't worry, Foxie. I'll be done quickly here. JR over there wants a go at ya." He gestured with his thumb to the hyena next to him who pawed slowly, eyes half glazed yet intently watching my hardened member, waiting for me to drip. Shane gripped the base of his cock, behind the knot, and carefully pushed in and out of my wet muzzle quicker.
I will admit, despite being tied up I was beginning to enjoy it. Not much for raunchy yiff, but each time the big wolf would deep throat me, I held my nose in his dirty (now sweaty) crotchfur a few moments longer, gripping his cock with my tongue and lips to persuade him to stay hilted. Shane spraying precum into my muzzle at rate I haven't seen before. It was an exotic taste. Compared to the refined, well-groomed sweet flavors I had experienced in college, Shane tasted a lot more bitter, less sweet, more tangy; rougher. I started to really enjoy it to say the least. That's when I felt a strange wet sensation on my right footpaw.
I took a glance downward to see what the Husky was doing. With the soul of my right footpaw buried in his warm, wet muzzle being caressed by his wide canine tongue; and my other footpaw (almost unknowingly) stroking his warm, cum spraying Husky cock, James was in heaven. And so was I. The big over me wolf panted wildly as he muzzle fucked me, getting closer and closer to climax. My unattended cock throbbed each time the wolf's fluffy tail brushed against it, causing me whimper in intense pleasureful pain.
The Hyena finally stood up from his rather dignified pawing position and stood over me facing Shane, his heavy ballsac resting on the red headfur between my ears. They were noticeably sweaty and the scent drove me crazy. It was musky, earthy, smell tinged with the smell of urine. JR stroked his member slowly, dribbling his viscus precum onto the top of my muzzle, driving me even more crazy trying to lick it off but not being able reach it. Shane giggled.
"Hehe, look at the lil Foxie. Told you he'd like it! Think we should put'em outa his pain, JR?"
"I don't know. What do you think, James?" JR asked, half laughing. James only smiled, humping away at my footpaw with his small cock. JR laughed. "Well, well. Lets say we give this city boi a Barn Yard Bath! Yee Haw!!!" Shane smiled, watching the Hyena run his cock through my headfur, making it wet and sticky. Shane stood up and began pawing furiously
"That sounds like a good idea!" Shane said then turned to James. "James! You wanna do the honors?" The Husky nodded and got up reluctantly.
"You lucky I had that extra cup of Sunshine Juice earlier, Shane. That stuff runs right through ya." The big wolf moved out of the way and was replaced by James. I was rather confused by what was going to happen next, but my lust took over my common sense and I opened my muzzle wide to accept the Husky's 5 inches of meat. It tasted vastly different from the Wolf's cock. His tasted and smelled like sweaty footpaws, a not-too-pungent flavor. This time, I began to bob my head before he could muzzle-fuck me. I was really getting into it, using my tongue to stimulate every inch of James' cock, feeling every vein pulse. But then suddenly he grabbed the back of my head, forcing my nose to be flush with his crotchfur. I murred lightly, to give extra stimulation.
"Hehe, the Lil Foxie Slut dutten know what's coming next!" The husky said while running one paw through my headfur while his other paw stroked JR's wet cock, making all kinds of wet sloshing noises. I looked around a bit worried. Shane stood on my side, stroking his cock about two inches from my face.
"I'm ready when you are, James." The overweight wolf said with a nod. I felt the husky relax a bit, his cock softening slightly in my muzzle. I could hear both JR and Shane panting wildly as they pawed with a renewed energy. Suddenly I felt a stream of hot liquid pour into my muzzle, burning like gasoline-soaked hell as it flooding my muzzle, forcing me to swallow it down. I struggled against the chains on my arm and legs again, trying to pull the Husky's thick cock out of my muzzle. He was pissing in my mouth! I've sucked off a guy and had him cum in my muzzle, but having a guy piss into my muzzle was completely different. It flooded all of my senses. The taste was overwhelming. The sheer volume of it made me cough, sending some of it through my nose, making it burn even more.
The athletically built Husky pulled out of my muzzle, smiling as he urinated all over me, soaking my red and creamy-white fur. He aimed a little higher, soaking the Hyena pawing over me. Almost on cue, JR's massive cock exploded. Jet after jet of thick hyena cum spilled onto my head, running down between my eyes and down to my muzzle in a thick, sticky, musky river. JR's cum sprayed hard onto Jame's chest as he pissed onto my nose, washing a piss and cum mixture down into my muzzle. When it wasn't being forced down my throat, it tasted . . . better. The sweetness of the hyena cum worked well with the rankness of the strong canine piss. My tongue strained to get to every drop before it dribbled down off my chin.
Before I knew what was happening, I had a small stream of warm wolf cum going down my bound arms. Shane was howling and panting like a madman as he shot his load all over the side of my face and shoulder. Unlike his two friends, he didn't have much cum to offer. With only two good sprays he was done. The husky's stream of hot urine finally began to slow after what seemed like hours. He panted lightly in the warm summer's night air. JR simply wiped the tip of his cock on my cum-soaked ear and got back dressed.
"That was quite some fun, lil Foxie. We should do it again." The hyena said while zipping up his jeans. James quickly reached down and took my torn underwear which was thrown to the ground earlier. He took them in both paws and buried his muzzle into it, taking a good sniff and wagging his tail as if her were a puppy again.
"I think I'll be takin' these cute lil undies." He said with a smile, walking off to find his pile of clothes. He ran a footpaw over my aching member while passing and nearly caused me to blow my load.
The three furs left me there, still tied and nude. Damn. They trotted back to the party which looked to be about half a mile away, talking and laughing. I sighed as my achingly hard cock throbbed. The handcuffs still wouldn't budge.
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It was dawn when I saw a figure coming towards me with something in its paws.
". . . Lamar?"
The silhouetted figure stepped closer. There was an ax in his paws.
"Lamar?!?"
The figure swung the ax and I closed my eyes. I heard a loud "THUNK" sound and I opened my eyes when I realized I wasn't it.
"Hehe. From 15 feet! I still got it, lil bro!" It really was my brother. The ax hit the pole about half an inch from my skull. That asshole. Lamar laughed.
"Come on! Get me outta here." I said, pushing aside all embarrassment of being naked, hard as a rock, handcuffed to a wooden post, and smelling like stale piss. Lamar crouched down to get a good look at me. He sniffed the air.
"Looks like you had some Sunshine Juice. Told ya not to drink the stuff." He said while examining my naked body. I blushed under my red and white fur.
"You gonna get my out of these handcuffs?" I said with a smirk. He just looked at me, the corners of his lips curling into a smile.
"Well, today is St. Patrick's day, my Birthday." I looked up at him when he said that.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He straddled on top of me, a leg on each side. I gulped.
"Seems like in this position, Nate, you're more than happy to see your big bro." He licked my cheek, tasting the stale urine and cum. "There's been a lot I've been wanting to try and now seems like as good a time as any to try it." He undid the buttons of his blue jean overalls. I sighed. Here we go again.
[End]
I hope you all enjoyed this story! I have a many more to come!
Feel free to email me at: [email protected]
~Neptune
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BONUS MATERIAL!
Mini story 1 of 4: Claude
By Neptune Wolf
Our breath hung in the air like puffs of smoke but it wasn't until I took off my boxers and stood before him that I felt chilled. Him, that Adonis of Canine Kind; the perfect specimen for the Rottwiler species, the Prototype for what all males should aspire. Claude's lean upper body was clad in black and tan fur, with just streak of white down the center of his belly to his sheath. I shivered as he moved towards me, his body coy, yet his eyes bold and intense with lust. His breath reached my nose and I closed my eyes. I had smelled him once before and it was an olfactory experience like no other. His breath was fine, not in a sense of being acceptable, but fine as in of the greatest quality. His paws rested on my waist and pulled me closer until his chestfur, dewy wet despite the outside temperature, met mine. Both our lungs panted softly in rhythm as he looked into my eyes. I wanted to look away as a sense of unworthiness approached me but suddenly his lips met mine and his tongue forced its way into muzzle. I put my arms on his shoulders and ran my paws through his mane of rich black fur as he paws traveled down to my butt, squeezing each cheek as if claiming me as his.
The kiss broke, unwontedly, and his paws moved up to caress the arc of my back. I did the same to him, wanting to feel his prized physique. The muscles that hid under his fur were parfait; perfectly layered. They had the right amount of fat, skin, and fur over them to give his body a feeling that was unparalleled. I felt compelled to squeeze his waist a little before moving my paws to his short tail. Despite the fact that we were the same species, he somehow felt different, coercing me to feel every inch of the older male's body.
My skilled paws gripped his nubby tail and he wagged it for me, making me grind against him in pure lust. My right paw wrapped around his tail as if it were his sheath and I stoked it up and down deliberately. Claude liked that a lot and before long, I could feel a thickening in his sheath as he rubbed it against my stomach. I didn't notice I was panting until he pushed me away about six inches from his warm body. That chill returned as I could see my breath. I looked down at his thick sheath. At the widened opening was the crown of his cock. It looked to be at least three inches in diameter.
Then suddenly the mood changed. Claude looked down at me with furrowed eyebrows and suddenly gripped my sides with claws unsheathed. I looked up at him with worried eyes, ears pressed against my head and tail between my legs. He licked my nose sweetly before he quickly turned me around, my back to his warm chest.
The heat from his cock seared my anal ring as it unexpectedly sheered its way in. I cried out in pain as he pushed all the way in. It hurt, but at the same time I really wanted it. My back arched as I moaned out like the obedient pup I was. Every inch of his manhood stretched me in places I didn't even know I had.
It was amazing how much our relationship had changed within the last week. One day we didn't know each other. The next day he was my secret lover, just like that. If my dad had any idea this was going on . . .
I cried out slightly as he pulled out of me, but I kept it to myself and put a sweet smile on my muzzle. I could not resist his will.
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Mini Story 2/4: The Crocutta
By: Neptune Wolf
The Crocotta
Thomas met Rolland at the Cafe Noir again. The cafe was known for its mysterious guest and odd items of interest. It was the beginning of a new ritual the two did every night around nine pm. The fox walked in and sat at the seat in the dimly lit cafe across from Rolland, whom was already sipping coffee. The cafe was bustling, yet had a quiet hushed tone about it. Rolland said nothing as his mate sat by him. "Black." was all Thomas said to the passing waiter. The waiter nodded and continued back behind the counter.
"We should stop doing this, you know." The fox sounded worried and looked over a his shoulders before taking off his fur-lined jacket. It was chilly for an Autumns' day.
"Well, Thomas, maybe you should have thought of that before we got involved." Rolland, the spotted hyena, said as he slid a manila folder across the table to the young fox. His voice was as dark and thick with accent as the coffee he drank. Thomas opened it, yet kept an eye on the figure across from him. The hyena wore an old black bowler that matched his old wool jacket. Inside the folder was Thomas' next task. Rolland took another sip of his coffee. "As you can see, it's pretty straight forward."
The young fox nodded as he skimmed the filed and quickly closed it as the waiter came back with what seemed to be the strongest cup of black coffee he'd ever seen. The wide white cup that it came in was permanently stained a dark brown. Rolland lifted his cup with a nod to entice the young fox to try it. Thomas reluctantly took a sip of the coffee that was so dark, light couldn't escape it's evil grasp. The fox felt sick suddenly. This happened every time he did it yet he did it any way. Rolland laughed a little to himself. 'Pup still doesn't have the hang of it.' he thought to himself.
Thomas took another sip, then another and another until the thick, black juice was gone. His ears were pressed to his head in silent shame but he had a proud smile on his muzzle. The spotted hyena smiled.
"See. I told you you'd get better at this stuff, Thomas." He said with a smile, finishing his cup of Cafe Noir's special black coffee. It had started to rain outside a while ago, but now it was getting heavy. "If you want, I could give you a ride to your first checkpoint." The hyena laughed and called the waiter back over as Thomas nodded.
The wolf waiter sat down another cup of Cafe Noir's Special Black Coffee. It was said to give people an unearthly power, only temporarily. Most furs would say that the black tar boosted one's bravery, others said that it was voodoo cast by the self-professed Baron Noir, the owner of the cafe. Thomas knew all too well that Baron Noir's brew worked wonders.
What the average furson didn't know was that Cafe Noir was were werewolves, vampires, and the occasional mythical beast rest.
Thomas took the second cup of the brew into his paws and downed the hot liquid in one gulp. And as simple as that, Thomas was set on another mission by his new, pseudo master; Rolland, the Crocotta.
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Short stories 3 and 4 hidden at the end of other stories.