The Passenger I: Wet Wolf
"There's not enough hours in the week. Yeah, right. There's enough hours in the week, you just don't want to waste any of them on me," I muttered to myself as I boarded the train. Some crotchety old rat looks at me nervously, probably wondering if I'm crazy. Maybe I am! I mean, I am talking to myself.
Glancing around the train car, I notice that all the seats I prefer are taken. Those ones are the singles right by the doors. The only empty seat is a double facing one of those singles, which is easily my least favourite seat on the metro. I sit down and pull up the hood on my sweater, fishing my ear buds out of my pocket to stuff into my ears. David Bowie swirls around my head, drowning out the hum of the train with music. I watch out the window as the train passes station to station, listening to Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps).
I reach my stop, which really isn't my stop but a station where I have to transfer to one of the other train lines. I hop up and pass between the knees of a brown furred wolf with bright purple hair and piercings in his ears and an older cheetah woman dressed in a lime green windbreaker and orange leggings. I think the cheetah woman says something as I pass, but I don't hear her over my music. The wolf suddenly looks at her shocked, though. I was curious as to what she could possibly have said, but I wanted to get home so I ignored it. I step off the train and head into the tunnels towards the platform with my connection train when suddenly I feel a hand tap me on the shoulder. Startled, I jump what feels like a whole foot in the air. I yank the ear buds out of my ears and swirl around, my long black and white striped tail whirling around behind me.
There stands the brown furred wolf with purple hair, a nervous smile on his face and his paws held up facing towards me. I notice he has a twenty-dollar bill in between his fingers. He says, "Sorry for startling you, skunky. You dropped this on the train. Did you hear that woman?"
I shake my head and reach a paw up to pull my hood back before replying, "Th... thank you", I say, snatching the bill and stuffing it into my pocket. "I didn't hear her. What did she say?"
The wolf shakes his head in response, "You don't want to know. It was awful. I'm glad you missed it." He then sticks his paw out and says, "I'm Beredly."
I take his paw and gingerly shake it, responding "Evan." The wolf's eyes are brown, I notice. The same colour as his fur, and they sparkle in the light. They seem so deep; I feel that I could get lost in them. In fact, I do. I stare for a few moments before I repeat myself, "Evan."
The wolf barks a little laugh and asks, "Are you all right, Evan?" which causes my ears to flatten in embarrassment. I let go of his paw and take a step back.
"Thank you for catching up with me like that, you didn't need to," I say, turning to leave. "I... I have to get going. I think I hear the train coming. Thanks again." I reach up to put my ear buds back in, trotting away from the wolf briskly towards my platform. I had heard it coming, but there was no way for me to catch it.
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running... running scared.
I start to run in vain but I reach the platform just in time to watch the last car speed away. I sigh and stomp my foot, pulling up my hood again and looking around to find bench that I can somehow convince myself is clean enough to sit on. Five benches down, I find one I tell myself is okay. It looks the same as the first four, but it is the last one in the station and I don't want to stand anymore. I've been standing all day.
It's late on Sunday night and this is hardly a busy line so the station is empty when I sit down. David Bowie continues to croon into my ears while I think about why Thomson had said what he did. "There's plenty of hours," I say to myself again, "24 times 7... that's 168 hours. I just want two or three. That's not too much to ask."
Fashion ends and my low musical attention span kicks in. I pull out my music player and open my eyes, which I had closed when I sat down. That's when I notice the brown furred wolf standing in front of me. I jump again and reach up, yanking the ear buds out of my ears again. "What!" I exclaim, continuing, "Why the hell are you following me?"
The wolf chuckles again, his paws held back up in a gesture of peace. "Actually, I'm taking the same train as you."
I half-lid my eyes, inspecting his face and trying to determine his motivations. He looks sincere, which almost offends me. "You could wait somewhere else," I snap.
Beredly moves to sit on the bench next to me before he replies, "I get the feeling you want some company, Evan. Plenty of hours for what?"
I sigh and pull my hood back again, letting my ear buds dangle around my neck. I shake my head. "Look... Beredly, was it? I don't want to dump my problems on you. Thank you. You're being very kind. Too kind. Way too kind. Please, just leave me alone."
Beredly just nods in response, sitting on the bench beside me in silence. I nervously place my ear buds back in but don't pull up my hood. I lean back against the brick wall and close my eyes again.
It's love back to front and no sides, like I say,
These pieces are broken, like I say,
These pieces are broken, hope I'm wrong but I know.
Because you're young - you'll meet a stranger some night.
Because you're so young - what could be nicer for you?
I can feel the vibration in the wall of the approaching train, which prompts me to open my eyes again. I glance to the side and the wolf is sitting there, leaning forward and looking straight ahead. He's very handsome, I think to myself. I find myself staring at him a little waiting for the train to arrive. I feel very relieved that he never looks back at me. Heralding the subway's arrival is a hot blast of wind, blowing our hair back.Her The wolf looks back at me and smiles before he stands up and walks to the edge of the platform. I wait and watch all the cars roar into the station before standing up. The door opens with a whoosh and the wolf steps inside, sitting in the single seat right by the door. I follow and discover he took the last single. There are plenty of doubles and I pick one, sitting sideways and letting my legs sprawl over the other seat. I try to stare out the window, avoiding looking at the wolf.
It's only four stops until we reach mine and I stand up. The wolf stands up with me. I say out loud, "Oh come on," pulling my ear buds back out, "Admit it. You're following me!"
He shrugs, "I must live near you. I'm at the tall building on the corner."
I know the building he means. That's where I live. He must be one of my neighbours. Great. I hate my neighbours. They're all loud and obnoxious jackasses. And he thinks I flirted with him. Just what I need. "Oh well," I mutter again, certain I'm crazy now, "I can just move again."
I stomp through the station with the wolf keeping a big distance behind me. I keep looking back at him and he keeps following but deliberately walking slower than I am. I double step the last flight of stairs leading to the stations exit, a revolving metal door. I slip in and spin through, finding myself outside. A wall of rain immediately drenches me.
"That's just great!" I almost shout into the downpour. I stuff my ear buds under my sweater and pull up my hood, starting to dash down the street. I can feel my tail getting soaked all through and by the time I'm back home, I can barely hold it up it's so heavy with water. I jump inside the foyer of my building and pull the door shut behind me. I can see the wolf right behind me on the other side of the door. I just slammed it in his face. I growl and push it open, "Sorry."
He slips in and pulls the door shut behind him, "Nothing to worry about. It's sure coming down out there." We pull out our keys together and he gives a little bow, saying, "I'll let you."
I slip my key in the lock and open the door. He moves to follow me in and I say, "I really don't like letting people in, you know. We had our mail stolen that one time."
The wolf nods, "I remember. Don't worry!" and he jingles his keys.
I sigh and shake out my tail overtop the big rug as best as I can before I head to the elevator. The wolf trots past me and gets there first, pressing the up button. When the elevator arrives, he waits for me to step in first. I press 17, my floor, and he presses 18. The elevator starts to rise slowly.
12...13...14
"I think you're cute Evan," the wolf suddenly blurts out, his ears flat against his head. "I saw you staring, maybe I'm assuming too much. Please don't try to hit me or something, I'm way bigger than you, so don't even try. Just... if you want me to leave you alone, tell me now."
15...16...17. The elevator door opens. I step out, turn to the wolf standing inside and say, "You're persistent. I'll give you that," and I look him over. He's fairly cute, I think to myself. The elevator door goes to close and the wolf quickly puts his hand over it, causing it to open again. He holds his paw there until I continue. "Fine... fine. Want to come over for coffee then?"
He smiles and his ears perk back up, "I do," he says, letting go of the elevator door and stuffing the keys in his hands back into his pocket.
"Don't you want to go home and change into dry clothes first?" I ask, seeing how drenched he is. "I mean, you just live upstairs."
He shakes his head and his smile takes a turn to the mischievous, his eyes sparkling amidst the soaked fur. The elevator door starts to close again and he puts his hand over it once more, causing it to slide back open. He steps out, this time letting it close behind him. "Actually, I don't really live here."
My expression turns to a glower as I stare at the lying wolf, trying to figure out how to respond. His purple hair is plastered against his head and his blue t-shirt and jeans are dripping wet, clinging tightly to his brown furred frame. It takes me only a moment to admit to myself that any company would be better than sitting in the dark, alone. Plus, nobody has ever tried this hard to get to know me before. I find myself unable to stay mad at him. My glower fades and turns to a smile. His eyes sparkle eagerly as he watches my expression change. I sigh and turn away from him, stepping to my apartment door and unlocking it. I twist the knob and push the door open, gesturing to the wolf. "All right Beredly, if that is your real name, come on in. I'll get you a towel."
We step into my dark apartment and I slip my wet shoes off. Beredly crouches to untie his wet boots while I lock the door behind him and step into my wood floored home. I hit a switch on the wall and it lights up, simple and not quite tasteful. If I had planned for a guest, there wouldn't be a pile of laundry in the middle of the floor in the living room. Nor would I have left the plate I ate lunch off dirty and next to the computer. After he's removed his boots, Beredly steps in and looks around, offering a polite "Nice place. Big."
"Yeah, right. You think I'm a pig," I respond, nervously grabbing the plate and padding quickly to the kitchen, putting it into the sink. On top of a pile of dirty dishes. I sigh and turn around to leave the kitchen, closing the door behind me. I see Beredly standing at the door of my bedroom and I freeze. "Or a pervert," I say, realizing that my dildo was probably sitting on the night table. I pad over and look in, sure enough. There it is. It may as well have had a flag saying 'Pervert' waving off the end.
Beredly diplomatically replies, "Not at all. Nothing too unusual in here," and he looks around, noticing the large maps I have tacked up on the wall. "What are these maps of? Oh, and can I get that towel?"
"Sorry," I say, stepping to my linen closet and opening it up. One clean towel left. "Oh, just one left," I say, picking it up and stepping back into my bedroom to hand it it to him. "You can have it. I'll be okay." Then I remember his question, "They're just maps."
Beredly looks at me skeptically. My huge tail is still dripping on the floor, even after shaking it out what felt like hours ago in the lobby. He runs the towel through his hair and says, "My fur is shorter than yours. I'll be okay. Come on, skunky. Let's get you dried up," and he advances towards me, the towel held wide with a big grin on his face.
I step back, almost slipping in the pool of water my tail is leaving on my wood floor. "I, uh," I stammer, "I can take care of it myself," holding my hands out to take the towel.
The purple haired wolf laughs, his hair ruffled and messy from the drying. I can't help but think he looks adorable. He ignores what I say and steps close, wrapping the towel around my head, covering my face. I shout, "Hey!" and he drops the ends of the towel. I feel him lift it up over my chin and face. He grabs the middle of it and starts drying my hair.
"Don't worry, skunky. We'll get you dry," he says as he gently rubs my headfur. "Your tail is the wettest part. Turn around."
I look at him, almost embarrassed to be letting him do this. The sparkle in his eyes, the grin on his muzzle, I don't know what it is, but I turn around and lift my tail. I feel the wolf start fluffing my tail with the towel, drying it as best he can. I find myself lifting my tail higher and higher until I'm holding the tip above my head.
"I like this view," he says as he brings the towel to my tail base. With the towel pressed against my back, the wolf lowers his fingertips top my rump, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Ooh, it feels as good as it looks."
I jump up and yelp again! "Don't do that," I say, turning around and grabbing the towel of out of his hands. "I didn't say you could do that."
The wolf looks at me sheepishly, "I'm sorry, Evan," and his eyes notice an obvious bulge in the front of my pants. His eyes draw my gaze down there and I realize what is happening. He continues, "I didn't mean to do anything untoward."
Tossing the wet towel back at the wolf, I pad to my closet. "Look away, I'm changing my shirt. Here. I'll give you this." I pull a white t-shirt out and toss it at the wolf. I pull a blue one out and shimmy out of my wet one, replacing it with the new one. "Let me go make some co-," I continue, turning back to the wolf. He's standing shirtless, the white shirt I handed him tossed casually on the bed. He has his thumbs hooked in his jeans and he smiles as I stammer. "Coffee." I finally finish.
The wolf smiles, "I'm not thirsty, really," as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. He leans back, propping himself up on his strong arms. He gazes at me, "Want to just sit and talk?"
I look at the door, the clock, my computer, anywhere to avoid his gaze. What am I doing? Am I really about to just sleep with this strange wolf? I just met him on the subway. Who acts like this? Yet, despite my internal monologue, I find myself sitting beside him, barely a few inches between us. I can feel the warmth radiating from him. He catches my eyes and I stare back into his. We sit for a while silently, just staring. When he leans over and places his muzzle on mine, kissing me, I feel like I'm on autopilot. I just kiss him back, no reservations anymore. No fear. It feels electric.
I find myself straddling him, my knees on each side of his waist, my muzzle locked with his in a deep, deep kiss. My tongue slurps at his sharp teeth, his tongue licks back at mine. The passion is palpable. I can feel his heartbeat. It's like a pulsating warmth just inches from my own chest. He grabs at the hem of my blue shirt, lifting it up. I lift my arms, letting him slide it off me. He reaches forward and undoes my pants and belt. I do the same to his as he starts sliding mine down off my ass. My tail comes free as he pulls the belt from the loops and he drops the belt on the floor with a metallic clang. I undo his belt and start pulling it around when he suddenly grabs my ass and stands up, lifting me with ease. My pants fall to the ground and he breaks the kiss, "I want you so bad, skunk," he growls.
I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he steps forward, out of his own pants and underwear. My penis is fully unsheathed, hard as it gets. The tip is leaking pre-cum onto the wolf's furred chest. I can feel a warmth beneath my backside, which I take to be his penis. Soon I feel it pressing up between my black furred rump cheeks. I whimper, "You can have me."
Beredly steps forward, pressing my back against the wall. I keep my legs pressed tight against his waist. I feel like I'm defying gravity somehow, floating in the air above the floor. My tail dangles beneath me, partly curled upwards with the tip barely touching the ground. Beredly's thick lupine cock prods at my tail hole, teasing the opening with its pre-cum dribbling tip. I try pushing myself down, but he has me tightly pinned against the wall. When he finally does penetrate me, he does it so slowly, so gently. I let out a loud gasp when the tip enters me and as he slides deeper, I slowly inhale a deep breath. My head is leaning back against the wall, my hands resting on the wolf's shoulders.
The wolf leans his muzzle forward and kisses me again, his tongue prodding deep into my mouth, slurping over my tongue, my dull teeth, tasting me. While he's kissing me deeply, I can feel his penis stretching my tail hole as he pounds it in and out of me. I wrap my arms tight around his neck, holding his muzzle against mine, not letting him break the kiss. He doesn't seem to want to, and our saliva continues to intermingle as he mates with my rump.
Soon, I feel myself bouncing on his swelling knot, the extra thickness teasing and pushing into my ass just a little more with each powerful thrust. The wolf breaks the kiss and growls, "Evan, can.. can I?" between deep pants.
I barely register what he's asking, not sure what he means. I can feel his saliva, wet on my muzzle, and I slip my tongue out and lick at my lips. I growl through gritted teeth, "Yesssss," not actually sure what I'm agreeing too. That's when the wolf puts his arms on my shoulders, pinning me tight against the wall. I feel him driving upward harder, faster, his thick knot pushing firmly against my tail hole. I let out a shriek, my tail curling upward as he finally drives it into me. My eyes are squeezed shut and my head is spinning. I feel like I'm flying, the sensations are so intense. Beredly is growling and I can feel his cock and knot pulse inside me as his thick seed sprays, filling me.
I gasp and shake, trying to catch my breath. I feel Beredly carrying me; the hard, cold wall no longer pressed against my back. I open my eyes and see he's carrying me to my bedroom. His cock is still deep inside me, firmly held in place by his knot. I feel my back land on my bed gently, his paw guiding me down. He leans his black furred muzzle in to mine, slipping his tongue out to lick at my face. I can't quite speak, the intensity of his knotted cock inside me is overwhelming. The sense of fullness, of connectedness. I can feel his heart beat through his knot. It's intense and rapid, each beat causing his member to swell and contract. My breathing comes at the same pace, short quick breaths with each swelling.
Beredly's paw is on my cock, which feels slick, like I've already came. I start to wonder if I had. The entire front of my body is slick and sticky. The wolf keeps stroking at my penis though as his knot stays firmly wedged inside of me. I can feel my tail hole tense and relax around his knot as he strokes my black, hard, dripping skunk shaft. Suddenly I feel my entire body tense. My back arches and I push at his cock and knot hard with my tail hole. He stays deeply wedged inside me and I let out a loud "Oooh, yessss" as an orgasm hits me. I close my eyes again, almost dizzy as the climax overtakes me. I hear Beredly chuckle.
"You look so beautiful, Evan," he starts, "but you're spent. You've shot three loads in the past twenty minutes, skunky. You have to have been backed up."
I don't remember any but the last one, but that'd explain why I am soaked with cum. I pant and struggle to form words, the wolf's throbbing knot still firmly planted in my ass. "I... I... three?" I stammer.
Beredly leans forward again and holds his cum stained paw up to my muzzle. He smiles down, staring into my eyes. "Lick it up, skunky."
Under the spell of his knot, his lust, his compliments, I don't think twice. I don't usually like the taste of my own cum but slurping it off his paw... that's just hot. I open my muzzle and start working his fingers one by one starting with the thumb. I pull it in, slurp any cum that I can find and swirl my tongue around it. I repeat with the index finger, this time slurping it into my mouth like a penis. Then the middle finger, which I nibble on gently. Then the ring finger, which has the most of my cum on it. I slurp it clean, letting out a throaty growl when I do so. The little finger I just lick. Beredly leans in and kisses me after I clean his paw. He brings that paw down to my chest and starts rubbing it through my cum soaked fur. He says, "You really are amazing in bed."
I whimper, "You're amazing everywhere."
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Without a warning, the fire alarm rips through the night air, causing Beredly to jump. I let out a yelp, his knot still holding him firmly inside me. I shout, "The fire alarm!"
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Beredly tries to cover his ears, flopping on top of me with his full weight. If the fire alarm wasn't going off, it'd feel amazing. It kind of still does. I bring my paws to my ears and cover them, trying to shout at Beredly over the alarm. "We can't leave like this!" I uncover one ear to wave towards a package of earplugs I keep on the nightstand.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
The wolf uncovers his ears with a pained expression and grabs the package, fumbling at it a bit before popping it open. A rain of earplugs falls on my face. I spit one out of my mouth and grab at two of them, stuffing them in my ears. Beredly does the same. The beeping sounds distant, so far away now. Beredly growls and wriggles his knot inside me. It sends shivers through my entire body. He yells, I can barely hear him, "I can't, " BEEP BEEP "out of you."
I nod and shout, "I know," feeling helpless and a little embarrassed. We really can't leave like this. I continue, shouting, "How long do we stay stuck like this?"
Beredly grins suddenly and I smile back. I couldn't explain how, but this feels a little romantic. He shouts, "Up to forty minutes. Sometimes."
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I arch my back, squirming on his cock. His knotty cock. His thick, hard, knotty cock. Still squirting cum inside me even now. I look at the clock and see it says 12:22. I forget when we started this. I don't know how long he'll be inside me still. The fire department is so slow, especially at night; I have no idea how long the alarm will be going off. Or how long the wolf will be tied with me. The rhythm of the alarm pierces through the earplugs, not loud enough to hurt but insistent. I suddenly shout, "Keep fucking me. With your knot."
Beredly's grin turns downright wicked and he starts repositioning us. He had let one of my legs slide to his side while waiting for his knot to shrink. He lifts it back up to his shoulder, lifting my rump again. He bends his legs so he's back on his knees and he looks down. I can tell he's saying something but I can't tell what. I feel his fingers start teasing around my tail hole. I whimper at the sensation. I still feel so full.
Then he starts grinding. His knot stays buried in me but I feel him driving it in and pulling back. The feeling is intense and my back arches high. I can feel my cock rocket to full hardness once again, the stickiness of my drying cum causing the fur to stick to the shaft. I can't imagine I have much left in me, but when I look down, I can see a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip already.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
The wolf's gyrations match the rhythm of the fire alarm, a slow, deep thrust. I close my eyes, letting my head fall back. Beredly brings himself over me, allowing himself to drive down into me again rather than gyrate upwards. He brings his muzzle to my neck and starts biting at me, firmly, enough that it hurts. Not enough to draw blood, though. The sensation is too much for me and I shout out, "Fuck me Beredly. Harder!"
In other situations, I would have felt embarrassed from shouting something so simple, but it's all I want right then. To feel his knot pounding as deep into me as possible, his teeth pressing firmly against my flesh, his weight driving me into my bed. He complies, pushing harder. I feel myself sinking into my mattress. An uncomfortable futon mattress. I can feel one of the plastic buttons dig into my shoulder, but I give it to mind as Beredly takes me.
As sudden as it started, the fire alarm stops and a heavily distorted voice rips through the intercom, loud as the beeps. We can hear it clearly through our earplugs.
"False alarm! We apologize for the inconvenience. There was a small kitchen fire. You can go back to bed."
Beredly doesn't react to the voice, still thrusting down into me with his knot. I am letting out loud yelps with each thrust, but he may not even hear them. They're nowhere near as loud as my screaming so he heard me over the alarm, before. I gaze upward at him, his brown furred body dripping with sweat from his exertions as he wriggles his knot as deep into me as he can. His eyes are closed, his head lifted. "You're beautiful," I whimper, overcome. He doesn't react to that. I figure he doesn't hear me.
He brings his head forward, tilting his muzzle and kissing me, his eyes still closed. His kiss is deep, wet, his tongue slurping into my muzzle. I feel him pulling back at my rump a bit more firmly and suddenly with a pop that leaves me gasping into his mouth, his knot slides out of me. My gasp is lost in his intense kiss, and he slides my rump down onto the bed. I feel spent, overcome. He brings his paws to my ears, popping out my earplugs. The intense rush of the hum of the world rushes back into me and my eyes open wide. He licks at my cheek, "We should both take a shower."
I lick back at his cheek, shivering. He slips his own earplugs out and I respond, "Together."