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Snow Break

"Are you a top or bottom?"-BeaverReturn

Reggie, in a hurry, exited the library with a pile of books under his arm. It should not have taken him that long of a time to cross the campus courtyard on his way to west-building but the descending snowflakes, quite considerable in size, had caught Reggie's eye as they fell soft and slow around him. Despite his rush, Reggie suddenly found himself lost in the flakes' spectacle, he had become distracted by it and suddenly the young dreamer felt himself mesmerized within his own awe.

It was not a blizzard, for the snow was not violently spurring about, but it was falling plentiful enough that the world around Reggie had become imprisoned within an obscuring and soft whiteness. The courtyard was not a forest by any means, rather just a four-way cross-section that lead to each area of campus. But still, in the wake of such glistening purity did the browns of the sparse trees of the courtyard become so pronounced. It was not a forest, no-just a couple of planted city trees, but in the ever concealing snowfall, had the trees become more observable, becoming the almost semblance of a forest, a hidden woods on campus.

"Well that's certainly refreshing." Spoke a low voice suddenly distracting Reggie from his contemplations.

"Huh? What is?" The dog, known by breed as a Bernese mountain dog, turned around to see another dog, a husky, behind him. His white fur, so pale, would make him a complete phantom within the snowy scene if not for his dark-brown leather jacket, red scarf, piercing blue eyes, and most unique of all, a shining silver lip ring; which was an incredibly rare sight around the pretentious campus-scene.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. It's just you rarely see people stop to stare at the snowfall here around campus. It's just refreshing. That's all I meant."

The husky seemed a bit embarrassed now, his personality receding as he spoke but not so much that his sapphire eyes would ever stop looking towards Reggie. The garish eyes of the husky caused Reggie to react both aggressively and defensively. Straightening his back and huffing out his chest, the front of his ritzy long jacket rose up,

"Are you going to tell me who the hell you are?" Reggie frightened, had reverted himself into a state of the most commonly witnessed campus personality: the posh yuppie.

"Again I'm sorry," the husky raised his paws up. "I'm Stone. That's not my real name. But it's the name I go by now." His eyes dropped to notice the bundle of books hooked under the other dog's arms, "Say, that's quite the pile you've got there."

"And what would it be to you?" Searching eyes darted up and down in an arrogant gesture. Stone was shorter and skinner then Reggie. It seemed most of his mass was in fur alone, without it the husky would probably be nothing but a twig, borderline two-dimensional. Reggie continued deriding the smaller canine, lashing at him in quick spurts, "Is that so uncommon around here? People carrying books? Are students not expected to read? I bet you're not a student are you? Who the hell are you? Look how you're dressed. You surely can't be a student--"

"Well no. I'm really just with the university. A grounds-keeper, I guess, I- I was just saying hello that's all." The husky shrunk back into his jacket, "Look I'll just let you be, you probably have somewhere else to go anyways."

"You're damn right I do." Reggie growled.

Reggie stormed off with a fiery temper, but after a few paces, regret came to quickly douse his flame. He did not really understand why he had acted so rudely. It was as though all of the pretention, all of the academia, all of the holy-than-thou attitudes he had tried so hard to repress before had come back to bite him at that one cold moment. If he had taken a second to breathe he would have realized that the husky himself was actually quite pleasant. A welcoming change from most other people he met around the campus.

He thought about turning around, he thought about apologizing, but couldn't find enough strength within the urge to actually face the husky again. He accepted it quickly for what it was, a missed opportunity. It was just something to forget. If he was lucky, he would never even have to face the husky again. But something deep down inside of him told him that's not what he wanted.

When he walked he realized that the sound of Stone's voice was persistently still echoing in his head. He realized that when he closed his eyes his silver lip-ring still shined within his thoughts just like the North Star high in the sky. He realized that he really had blown it this time. There was something special about that Husky and he had let it go to waste.

***

Back in his dorm room, Reggie sat in front of his room's ornate rosewood desk where a whole wide range of books lay scattered all over the desk's wide surface. But as much as he needed to start his research for his paper he just couldn't. It was the damned snow so distracting that had got him fanaticizing again. From outside of his window he watched the icy formations as they fell big and brilliant onto the campus scene before him. Before he knew it, his mind had switched gears, his academics had became side railed and he started to muse once again:

The snow, perishing, blanketing, frigid was at the same time so soothing, juvenile, and innocent, like the qualities of a good dream. It was enjoyable how when each snowflake fell, it descended in a kind of dance, where each tune was its own. Each pattern significantly different, they all followed a different path, but so many times in the windy sky did these paths end up crossing. It was such a human interaction. Every snowflake started at the same place, and ended at the same conclusion, but in-between was every one of them so unique-

"..It makes you feel kind of significant." ruminated Reggie before flashing a smile towards the husky who stood across the cross-section from him.

"Those are some deep thoughts, mister." The husky replied, "My name's Stone. What's yours?"

"Reggie."

The Husky walked forward, raising his paw to shake the other canines, "Well Reggie, it's nice to meet you. Tell me, are you always like this? Always watching snowflakes, I mean."

"Only whenever there isn't a handsome man around to distract me." Reggie leaned forward, entering the personal space of the Husky. Stone backed away a little, but Reggie washed a paw over his cheek and then boldly pulled his lips towards the other male. Stone was unable to resist the brashness of the other dog, and found himself locked in lips with Reggie.

When their lips met, Reggie found that he enjoyed the lip-ring as much as he thought he would. The way the ring seemed to rest between cold-metal and warm breath seemed to tickle him with taunting sensations. It helped grow the hunger of their kiss. It toppled barriers, lowered defenses, and rose within a kind of need that could only come from pure attraction; hot and heavy, pure and needing attraction.

Reggie aggressively evolved the kiss so the two were now sharing tongues. Like a furnace, they ignited burning infernos within their kiss contrasting the cold snow that fell around them. Reggie pulled the male deeper into his body so that the hardness concealed within each pair of pants began to rub up against the other. Reggie's clothing, feeling now like the worst of obstructions, seemed to become tighter, more suffocating, and completely unruly within its duty of concealing. Reggie did all he could to hold himself back, for all he wanted now was to undress both him and the Husky, and take the other dog right there in the snow of the courtyard.

Reggie promptly dropped a needing paw towards the hardness that was now growing stiff under his pants. After a few under the pants strokes, he quickly surfaced his paw and unzipped himself free. Pulling out his arousal, he exposed it into the open air. In a low voice he snarled with determined conviction,

"You like that? You like my cock, don't you Stone? Does it make you ROCK hard?" He spoke towards the face of the white-furred husky. But before he could respond Reggie's mind suddenly broke free from its masturbatory delusions and he remembered the books that were sitting on his desk unread. As he turned his attention back to his studies, the face of Stone faded from view, his white fur becoming absorbed into the snowy scene outside the window. Eventually all that remained were his blue eyes and lip ring, and then they too faded.

Reggie looked to one of his opened books and began to read:

The period of awakening, which occurred during the year after the first furred revolution was crucial in helping to introduce furred peoples into human aristocracy. The riots that had occurred the year before helped give face to the kind of issues that were arising out of man's colonization of furred people. Among some of the year's most influential public speakers was Wilfred Abraham, servant of man turned revolutionary, who fought for...

Reggie let out a loud groan, closed his eyes and rubbed his temple with a massaging paw-hand. "Focus!" he tried to tell himself, "Focus."

"What are you studying?"

"History of the Pre-Fur Empire," Dully remarked Reggie before he quickly re-opened his eyes, underlined the name Wilfred Abraham, and continued reading. Moments later his eyes left the page and with a carried sigh he began to once again observe the snowflakes as they fell from outside his window.

"Oh, that doesn't sound very exciting." replied Stone, coming to stand beside Reggie at the study desk that was now at the centre of the cross-section. Despite the winter weather, Stone was completely naked. His wagging fluffy white tail was swishing through the open air as though joining the falling snow within its descending dance.

"Well comparatively it's not." Cheekily grinned Reggie as he closed his book and looked at the husky. Reggie then realized that he too was nude.

_ _ "Comparatively to what?" dumbly replied the canine, pressing a finger to his lips and looking up as though trying to search his own thoughts.

"Compared to You, silly!" Reggie said slamming his book. Pulling the lightweight husky over, he rested the canine down onto the desk's surface and spread open his legs. As the legs parted, he grinned when he saw the glory presented to him. Reaching his hand forward his eyes met Stone's as he started to massage the husky's hanging orbs. Stone's breath escaped him in bursts of visible clouds. Audibly huffing, it did not take long till bits of flesh were emerging from his sheath.

Reggie leaned forward, his paw now massaging both balls and shaft as he continued to ease the canine's hardness out into the open winter air. He enjoyed the surrendering gasps that escaped his partner as he nuzzled himself against his neck. One hand still kept stroking Stone's growing arousal, while the other snuck around to feel the roundness of the white dog's solid backside. As his paw-fingers played over the contours of the husky's ass-cheeks, he found himself inevitably drawn towards the inviting pucker that lay between them. With a slick coat of saliva given to his middle paw-finger he began to rub a coating of moisture over Stone's hole. Rolling slow circles over the opening, Reggie enjoyed feeling the Husky nervously wince every time he expected to feel penetrated after the completion of each cycle.

Soon the Husky was completely erect and now Reggie found himself pumping his paw up and down the entire length of Stone's well-endowed member. Stone's breath was hot against the fur of Reggie's as he continued to nuzzle his head into Stone's neck-fur,

The dark-furred dog glided his head down, surfing over the tips of the husky's pale chest-fur until he reached Stone's hard and standing erection. Taking the flesh's length into his mouth, the palette of taste and scent offered to him made him moan as he took the handsome dog's entire length completely into his maw.

Rising up from the base of Stone's cock, he reached the tip of the tower, gave it a few playful licks, and then descended down the shaft again. As he did this, he slowly inserted his finger into the Husky's backside, matching the speed of his insertion to that of his maw's decent. The husky arched his back upwards, feeling the finger rise up into him. Stone gave out a slight whine, confronted by both the pain and pleasure being offered to him,

As he increased the speed of his sucking, accepting the husky's entire mass of dog-meat into his mouth with a rising passion, so too did he pump his finger harder and harder into the canine, eventually replacing one finger with two. All the while, his radar ears pinpointed to the Husky's breath, so that all he could hear was the dog's escaping moans as they became more and more audible.

When Stone's breaths started to become too heavy, Reggie rolled the dog forward so that the husky fell down onto his back. Now in sight was his hole, presented, opened and willing. Reggie arched himself forward, using his paw to guide his own arousal towards Stone's own awaiting cavity. Slowly he entered the husky as he surrendered himself to the other male.

Stone cried out as the larger dog pushed his excessive male hood into him. He could feel his inner walls part, he could feel himself become stretched, he could feel himself forced to his limits and yet he could only hungrily ask for more. His appetite felt insatiable; with every thrust that was given to him did he feel an immediate response to only want to have more the next time. Faster and harder, harder and faster, harder, faster, harder, faster!

But it mattered not how insatiable the husky might have seemed for Reggie was always able to comply. Reggie's large body, where each muscle was visually defined, held a rigorous stamina that never needed to fade. He pumped into the smaller body like he was an infinitely kinetic machine incapable of ever stopping. Both his solidness of his eyes, and the heaviness of his grunting breaths, made this seem all too true.

Stone pulled the dominating body further into his embrace, forcing Reggie's lips to his as they passionately kissed. As Reggie thrust his entire weight into the body of the Husky, fucking him without any sense of mercy, he still somehow managed to kiss Stone just the way he liked it. At intervals between each tongue dance, he would either roll his tongue over the husky's lip piecing, or simply just suckle it. Each playful act sent electric shivers through the husky's body.

A gripping tightness pulled at the husky's abdomen as he felt himself become overcome by a sudden lightning shock of pleasure. Screaming out his prayers, he furiously became stunned by a wave of orgasm that burst out from an unknown centre. Soon he was quivering, globs of his own white seed mixing with the paleness of his own fur. Repeating himself, he became dumb in a chant that seemed unstoppable,

"Oh Reggie, oh Reggie, oh Reggie," Whispered the Husky as he released himself onto his own pumping paw. Hiding within a bush, sitting ass naked on the cold ground beneath him, he wiped his hand on a patterned handkerchief before thrusting it back into his pocket. He promised himself that he would stop pawing off at work but yet he had been overcome by such a unexpected and demanding fantasy during prior moments that he just couldn't help himself. Composing his breaths, he rolled his pants back up over his waist and after checking to see if it was safe, exited the bush. The first thing he noticed was that the snow seemed to have cleared up momentarily.

He walked down the Campus's north path and came back to the courtyard's crossroads. That's when he noticed coming back from the west path was the dog from before. Excitedly his tail began to wag as he stood at the crossroad's centre and waited for the dog to pass him.

But just as Reggie came into view, the images of the fantasy he had earlier imagined came rushing back into his head. Embarrassed he turned his head, raised his paw in a half-wave, and squeaked out a meek and shallow, "Hey" as the dog passed.

"Hmf." awkwardly replied Reggie, avoiding eye-contact with the husky, his pace quickening as he ran off back towards the library, stack of books under his arm.

"Shit!" Stone cursed when Reggie disappeared down the path. Just then, the snowfall returned, dense and heavy, opaque and blinding, the campus's secret woods returning.

Notes:

One night I found myself wondering what people thought my writing said about me. I started to wonder what people assumed I was like after reading my writing. If I could be psychic for a day, then I would use my psychic powers to go into each of my reader's brain and see the kind of pictures of myself that exist within. Then I would probably cry because I'm sure you all assume the worst for me.

Of course, relate this thought to my furry fiction, and I start to wonder how I present myself sexually. I started to ask if it was possible to guess a person's positional preference based on their writing. A.k.a does a bottom write differently then a top? Then a versatile?

Evidently this piece was made to experiment once again with themes of changing perspectives. Where more often I've been tempted to travel between mental-scape and real-scape, this time I wanted to look more at varying perspectives within individuals as well.

In this story, I think reflectively my most important part was trying to find the perfect time to switch perspective. I think I chose it well, but really it's not up to me to decide how successful my experiments are. Either it's up to you, or later me who goes back over these experiments sometime in the future and says, "what the hell is this crap past BeaverReturn?" Which will be good because being able to hate my past writing in my mind is an example of progress.

Procrastination is also an important message in this story, can you guess why?

Anyways, rate, comment, favourite, watch, send cookies, love your mother (platonically preferably), and clean your room! Just do whatever you can to show me some love, you know it puts a smile on my face.