Feline, Canine, and In-Between
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Feline, Canine, and In-Between: Chapter 1
Two bodies sprawled nude on the ground of the alley, a fox and a husky. Another knelt above them. Blood and his tears stained the cold, dry cement of the sidewalk. His gasping sobs echoed in the alleyway, reverberating off the brick buildings and back out into the din of the city. Blood dripped from his furred arms, a mixture of his own, and of hers. His head low, face covered by his paws, his ears flat, the feline's tears continued to roll down his face. None stopped to help; barely any even gave a second look at the sad and horrific scene.
Lyndon turned the key until he heard a click, then quickly turned it back and yanked it out of its slot. He reached his paw down and turned the knob, opening the door. He stepped inside, the familiar carpet warming his bare hind-paws. He tossed his overcoat and hat on the coat rack beside the door and walked to the washroom. Valorie wouldn't be home for another three days.
"Mmm... three days to myself, what to do?" He thought out loud to himself. He did that all the time, a minor flaw in his person.
He shucked the remainder of his work clothes and tossed them in the laundry hamper on his way to the washroom. Lyndon walked through the open door and left it open, no one would be home for a while anyhow.
"I think I'll have a nice hot shower first..."
He turned and looked at his image in the mirror. He sighed lightly, seeing his slightly less than perfect physique in the looking glass. His full six-foot height was covered in grey fur that lined his back and shoulders as well as the majority of his face and tail. The tip of his tail, all four of his paws, his chest, stomach, and head-fur was white. His muscles were well defined through his fur, though he had a little bit of a stomach. He scanned the rest of his figure with his blue eyes, examining the reflection for imperfection. His legs were equally toned as his upper body. Lyndon's eyes then fixed themselves on his sheath. Erect, the head poking out of its protection. He grinned, his mind fixated on his petite fennec wife, Valorie. The husky turned the showerhead to its hottest setting and waited a few seconds for it to warm up before jumping in. The mirror fogged up quickly. Lyndon stepped inside, the heat of the shower shocked him as it hit on the top of his head and shoulders and slid off down his back.
He stood there for a long time with his back to the spray, merely letting the warmth of the water release some of the tension from the week. One paw braced him in the confines of the shower stall; his other paw had drifted down to his hardened sheath and was stroking it idly. His mind continually pictured his wife in the shower with him. Or on top of his cock as they lay on their bed, messing up the covers. He thought about the times they had screwed in their buildings' elevator, or in the laundry room, or on the roof, all the wonderful memories of him and his lover. Unconsciously, Lyndon had picked up his pace, his maleness fully erect in his paw, glistening with water and his own pre-cum.
Water condensed and ran down the mirror leaving spider trails of open reflection, which quickly fogged over again. Lyndon panted and stopped pawing off, he licked some of his pre-cum off his paw then turned and let the searing water wash his front. The increased heat aroused him further; he remembered his honeymoon, how he had taken his wife's virginity. They'd done it in the middle of the night on an empty beach in Maui, just the two of them, the stars, and the constantly breaking waves on the sand of the beach.
"She was so tight then, three years ago, she's still is now, but man, that first night was incredible." He whispered his thought this time.
With the images of his sexual adventures playing in a slideshow through his mind, he began to paw off again. His masculine paw wrapped around his member, it easily slid up and down the whole length of it. He started slowly, caressing, enticing, and over time increased his pace to a furious rhythm. He placed his head on the tile of the shower wall and used his second paw to fondle his balls. He shivered in pleasure as he touched them. A loud grunt issued through his clenched teeth on each and every stroke. Each grew louder and more howl-like as he continued toward his limit. His mind drifted again, he remembered his wife's orgasms. How she whimpered and begged until she finally exploded in the most wonderful, sexual scream you would ever hear. He loved to make her come again and again. He loved to hear her call out his name in her moments of passion.
With the sounds of his lovemaking echoing in his mind he renewed his pace. He changed paws, enjoying the new sensation, moaning under his breath. He pushed himself up onto just his toes. He moved his right paw behind him and underneath his raised tail. Gobs of pre-cum and his own natural lubricant coated it. He rubbed a finger on his tail-hole; it leaves some of his natural lube on it and sends shivers up his spine. With his middle finger, he slides it up and inside his tail-hole, giving him an immediate and ecstatic response. He pumped his cock and howled as thick threads of his seed layered the shower wall. His tail-hole clenched his finger tightly as spasms rocked his tired body. As soon as the spasms stopped he pulled his finger out of his tail-hole, smiling. He spent five minutes trying to catch his breath. As soon as he was completely relaxed he stepped out of the shower, turned it off and toweled himself dry.