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Washed Up

by Zelnyair

Chapter 1)

"This breeze feels fantastic "thought Kayano, feeling a light sea breeze against face. His nostrils flared at the salty scent. He reached down into a cooler by his footpaws, and dug out a can of carbonated mango juice. The lupine sat down in a deck chair a stride's length away and enjoyed a sip of the sweet beverage. Putting the can down, the wolf relaxed and smiled, shutting his eyes to better appreciate the warmth of the sun's rays.

The solitary wolf was lying aboard the deck of a yacht, silvery curling script on the hull announcing the name as "Lady of the Tides". It wasn't his choice of name, but it wasn't his vessel, either. He'd taken out a loan to rent the yacht, and he hoped dearly that when all was said and done, he'd have a well-paid job in the future to pay back the rental costs.

He was a silver-furred creature with an uncertain mind about what exactly he wanted to end up doing in life. Kayano was afraid of mutual exclusivity. The wolf figured that going around the world, hopping from place to place, would be a great asset to add to his résumé that would naturally become a boon to future employability.

So here he was, sitting aboard a rented yacht in the middle of the ocean, sailing east towards the next continent to continue his travels. This part of the journey, he thought, was the downside. It was the boring part. "Oh well, that's life", thought the silvery-coated lupine. Kayano drummed his claws lightly on his chiselled chest- the wolf eschewing the use of a shirt in such inviting, summery weather. He'd worked out a lot, and it had shown. It wasn't so much a weightlifter's build as much as it was an athletic build- the best way to put it would be that he was in fine shape.

Out in the ocean he figured there'd be plenty of swimming practice, although he did buy an exercise bike for the dual purposes of an aerobic workout, and to power the dynamo that enabled his mini-fridge and kettle to function. He needed at least one bit of food that wasn't in a can, or came from the grocery store's snack aisle, and he also needed his cups of tea. He was prepared to sacrifice television and video games, but he was never going to give up the privilege of making hot drinks.

He fished out his notebook inside his baggy cargo shorts and began to write with the pencil he'd stowed in the ring binding. "Kayano's notes- Day 67. It's been 11 days since I started crossing this ocean, and there's lots of beauty in seeing a large body of water, but it has largely lost some of its lustre. I can safely say, however, that I appear to have grown sea legs. I haven't been seasick at all, but I'm happy I thought to get crystallised ginger from the last market I went to before I left port.

_ Being out at sea on my own has given me plenty of time to think. I'm feeling more confident in myself. I'm querying what sort of career to go into upon graduation, assuming all goes well, and_...."

Kayano's pencil had run out of space on the page. The wolf decided that was enough writing and he'd continue tomorrow.

He glanced at his wristwatch. The digital display read 15:30. "Time to go get my daily exercise", Kayano's voice said in his mind. The silvery fur got up off the deck chair and swiftly made his way below the deck to where his exercise bike was. He hopped on and began pedalling, figuring that an hour of cycling would be sufficient. As he pedalled, many thoughts travelled through his mind. On this occasion, his mind rested on all the furs he'd been with- all the flings he'd had.

His mind went onto the black stallion he'd been with 4 months ago. He'd been huge- he'd stretched the wolf to his limits! Kayano had been pounded mercilessly by the large stallionhood, and he'd enjoyed every minute of it. He hoped he'd be able to get back in touch with the horse when he'd finished his journey. Thinking back to everything, the lupine was fortunate his tailhole even recovered from that ordeal. Ordeal, perhaps, was not the most suitable word. Maybe it was more appropriate to call it a breeding instead. Not biologically accurate, of course, but precise in the conveyance of lust and passion.

Was the thought of that proud male endowment that was making him sweat, or was it just the bike? Either way, the erotic thoughts weren't helping the wolf. His mind went next onto a fox he hooked up with two months prior to that. He was sure that the fox was a sub from his figure, slim and petite, but then the fox threw him down onto the bed and dominated him. He didn't mind that either, but he was wondering when he'd actually get to be the dom.

"Damn it all" his mind cursed. The wolf was feeling more aroused as his cycling went on. Sometimes he couldn't help having sexual urges, being the red-blooded young adult that he was. His muzzle flushed crimson slightly as he made a mental note to go relieve himself of his urges later. Kayano took a quick look his watch- he'd been cycling for 40 minutes. He steeled himself to carry out the other 20, trying his best to breathe in a steady rhythm. Before long he'd finished his workout, and he'd be able to ensure the kettle could boil the water in it without a doubt.

Kayano's grey form dismounted the bike as he panted and dripped with sweat. The next course of action would be to shower. He stripped off and wandered into his en-suite shower. As he turned the white plastic knob to start the cascade of water his mind turned to trying to think up games to play with his deck of cards. It was proving to be a fruitless attempt to distract his mind.

His black-padded paw grabbed a bottle of Furlescence shampoo- his favourite brand- and started to rub his head with it, working it into a lather. Replacing the bottle in the rack where he found it, he picked up the same-brand shower gel and scrubbed a big glob of it all over himself. He'd not forgotten to scrub behind his pointy ears. Kayano bent over to spread the suds over his toned, athletic legs. Reaching further up his body, he rubbed his sheath and sac to clean them, too, although for no longer than was necessary. He wasn't planning on pawing off in the shower this particular time, despite temptation. Washing the shampoo out of his headfur the lupine applied the conditioner, before washing the rest of his body. A few more minutes of washing under the torrent of water, and he was finished. The water weighed down his fur, making Kayano look somewhat like a mop, but drying off would rectify that.

Upon exiting the shower cubicle his paw made a grab for a towel, and he began to vigourously rub himself down, drying his fur. When he was no longer sopping wet the wolf wandered over towards the other end of the yacht where his kettle was. He licked his lips- dinnertime.

A few minutes were all it took to boil the water and make Kayano himself a cup of shrimp alfredo-flavoured instant pasta. Blowing on it to cool it down the canine grabbed a fork from a nearby drawer and began to gladly, well, wolf down his meal. He took in the slightly synthetic seafood and cheesy flavours, but was all too happy to enjoy it for what it was, lapping up every drop of sauce with his dextrous tongue.

He turned on the kettle again to make himself a cup of jasmine tea, fishing the box of leaves out of a cupboard in the vicinity, as well as a mug. "It's a great relaxing ritual to perform" he'd written down in his notebook dating a month back. He still maintained this view, feeling instantly refreshed as he sipped the subtly floral-scented brew. "Tea makes a great digestive" he'd written further down that same page. Feeling comfort from the tea's qualities, Kayano couldn't help but let out a long-drawn "Ah" each time he drank from his mug.

With the mug drained the canid smiled gleefully with what he planned to do next. He walked into his bedroom and fumbled around in his nightstand, eventually plucking out a magazine. Leaping onto the adjacent bed Kayano admired his choice.

It was an issue of Vix Blitz, his preference in gentlefur's interest literature. Despite the name the magazine never showed foxes exclusively, although this particular issue featured a vixen on the cover. She was posing in some lacy red lingerie that complemented her orange fur, and had one paw placed across her chest, underneath her breasts. The other one was placed on her hips, looking sultry as was to be expected. Kayano's sheath was starting to stir, and he hadn't even looked past the magazine's cover yet.

He thumbed through the pages and found a model that took his fancy- a buxom cheetah fem who had breasts that seemed to barely fit in the average paw. She was as nude as the day she was born, showing off her sumptuous curves. The wolf felt increasingly aroused as he ogled her melon-sized tits.

There was one final preparation for the wolf to do before he could begin. He pulled out a dark grey tube out of the same bedside drawer he got the magazine from. It was labelled in a deliberately tongue-in-cheek manner as "What The Friction?!" Kayano squirted a generous amount of the jelly-like substance into a paw, before applying it to where it was needed most.

The lupine murred as he moved his slickened paw up and down his stiff scarlet shaft, pumping it as he thought what he'd like to do to the cheetahress. He gave his sac a few light squeezes to enhance his pleasure, rolling his balls around lightly within his scrotum in addition to the squeezing.

Moans of pleasure emanated from his muzzle as he continued stroking himself, wishing his bone was buried firmly between the cheetah's voluptuous tits instead of between a paw. The wolf increased his pace, pumping his cock faster. He was practically salivating at the thought of his dextrous tongue planted deep in the spotted cat's tight pussy; his sensitive nose taking in the scent of her arousal. Kayano held the thought of tongue-fucking the feline in his mind as he slid his paw up and down his dick with vigour and enthusiasm. Out of the tip of the canine's member trickled a few beads of glistening precum, much to his own delight.

With his cock firmly attended to by one paw, he sucked on a digit of the other paw and slowly moved it down his white chest to his balls. The wet digit went a little beyond, rubbing his perineum slowly a couple of times, eliciting a murr from the jaws of the canid. Reaching past his perineum the paw found his tailhole and teasingly traced a few circles around it. Kayano took a breath to steady himself and pushed the saliva-coated length into his tight pucker. He moaned loudly in pleasure as he gently inserted the finger. Bit by bit the finger penetrated his hole until it was in as far as it could go. The canid's body was wracked with pleasure as he continued to rub his dick, and now he was fingering himself as well. Thoughts of lapping up the savannah cat's sweet feminine juices with his tongue were still coursing through his mind, and only spurred him on to finish what he started.

Kayano howled with joy. His finger had found his prostate, and was rubbing against it in a come-hither motion. A wave of delight surged through him as he continued massaging his p-spot, while the other paw was pumping his lupine cock as fast as he could. The wolf could feel his balls draw tight in anticipation of what would happen imminently, and Kayano could feel it in his mind also. His eyes were shut with the sheer pleasure, his teeth gritted. The grey fur breathed in and out through his nose rapidly, finger firmly in his tailhole, and paw firmly milking his crimson length. His knot was starting to form at the base of his cock, feeling engorged and eager for release. Kayano maintained his self-pleasuring for but a few moments longer.

"Aargh! Fuck!!" Roared the wolf as he reached his climax, shooting jets of thick, creamy canine cum over his stomach. His balls tensed up and ached with release as lupine's swollen dick shot out the contents, providing much-needed relief. Kayano continued to spurt his seed out in weakening streams for at least 2 minutes after until there was no more for him to release. He withdrew the finger in his tailhole and rested it next to his thigh, placing his more-lubricated paw next to the opposite thigh. With his knot still inflated, and due to be in that state for a short while thereafter, Kayano basked in a post-orgasmic glow, falling asleep to dreams of the black-spotted yellow feline.

A different kind of roar came hours later, during the morning of the next day. Kayano walked out of his room, still naked from last night's session, and peered out of a window. The clouds had turned from fluffy white to sullen and grey, similar in colour to his coat, but without the shininess. The ocean, the wolf could tell, had been churned up by the wind and was throwing the Lady around a little. Kayano had to focus in order to balance as a particularly large wave rocked the yacht.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the darkening sky, the lupine evidently having slept through the previous flash. Seconds later came the menacing rumble of thunder. Rain was starting to fall, and heavily, judging from the loud drumming sound on the top deck. The wolf could hear the strong wind blow against the sail. He had to take the sail down, that was for sure, but it was too dangerous. Between the slippery deck and the powerful gusts Kayano was sure to fall into the sea. "Only one option, then- wait it out" he thought to himself. He grabbed his pointy ears in defence as he heard the cacophony of crockery fall out of the cupboards and shatter.

Back in his room the canid reached underneath his bed and took out his suitcase, swearing as the sea's motion made him bang his head on the side of the bed. It was time to put some essentials in the suitcase for safekeeping. Well, mostly-essentials as the wolf dumped a large stack of Vix Blitz issues into it haphazardly, and his tube of WTF, cursing again as the swaying yacht made him hit his head on the bed again. Next into the suitcase was a heap of clothes from the closet in his bedroom-the lupine had no time to be choosy.

After bracing for the impact of another large wave Kayano hurriedly searched back near where his kettle was, stepping carefully over shards of broken crockery. It had fallen out onto the floor, but he picked up his dual-purpose first aid kit and survival box, being careful to not hurt his footpaws during the wobbly walk back to his room. He got back safely enough, enduring a bright lightning flash and accompanying boom of thunder. Kayano chucked the box into the suitcase, finding his thoughts drowned out by the howling wind and rain. There wasn't much time to be neat, so long as all the contents fit in the suitcase.

Suitcase now closed, the canine felt a huge wave roll under the yacht, throwing him up into the ceiling to a cry of pain. He was fortunate he landed back down on the soft bed. The rocking and bucking of the Lady grew more violent as the tempest intensified. He thought for a moment the boat would capsize as it tilted precariously from side to side. The silver-furred wolf tucked himself inside his closet for safety, gripping his suitcase with one paw and the metal rail for the clothes with his other paw.

Kayano shut his eyes and wished that it would all be okay. It couldn't end for him. Not now, anyway. His wolven stomach lurched as he felt a maverick toss the boat upwards, and then plummeted back down with a mighty splash as gravity re-took control. The wolf's head took a smash against the rail, drawing a little blood. The wolf's vision became blurry and hazy, and among the chaos of the yacht being thrashed around by the sea, soon blacked out...

A few hours later the wolf came to, spluttering. He reached his paw to his forehead, noting that the bleeding had stemmed but had not fully healed. He noticed that he didn't need to flap his arms and legs to swim. He wasn't swimming... he'd washed ashore somewhere!

Slowly the lupine got up and looked around. The skies had cleared, so that was a good sign. He dusted his grey body off, almost forgetting he was completely nude, and turned around to face inland. To his shock he came eye to eye with an otteress, slightly shorter than he was, pointing a spear directly at him.

That was not such a good sign.