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The fox massaged his head and raked his fingers through the titian strands that sat in the space separating the cuspidate, white-tipped ears on his head, currently evened with his hair in distress. Issuing a soft growl of discontent, he forced himself to resume his task at the terminal he made his wages at, and tried his best to bury his head against the incessant droning buzz that was issuing through his cubicle. He struggled with entering the information required in the form in front of him, and inched his way forward in his seat to direct more of his attention on the display in front of him. Abruptly the sound stopped, enticing his ears to perk themselves from his hair, and swivel as they searched for any hint of the sound. With a satisfied exhale he resumed the task at hand, quickly finishing the form he had been begrudgingly procrastinating while he struggled to fight the noise from somewhere in his office. But, finally, after some time he was able to flip the switch on his computer and lean back in his office chair, rubbing his closed eyes with the pads on his palms to relax briefly. Smiling, he stood and gathered his affects, slipped his jacket onto his body, reached under his desk to retrieve his attache case, and walked out of his cubicle and down the isleway between the cubicles in the empty officebuilding. A short glance at his watch told him he had stayed far later than he had intended to, but with overtime pay that wasn't a concern he had as he thumbed the call button for the elevator and waited.

The buzzing was still there. It sat just at the edge of his mind, not quite loud enough to pay attention to, but not quiet enough to ignore completely. Constantly probing at his mind as it swelled and then ebbed back away like waves at a beach, imitating the pulse of a migraine. He was sure that was all it was; just a migraine, not anything for him to be concerned with. He had Aleve in his car, he would take a couple when he got to the parking lot before he started driving home. Yes...that should hold him off until he got home, then he would be able to take a shower and rest for the night. Tomorrow was his day off, so it wouldn't be a problem.

DING!

He flinched as the bell sounded, announcing the elevator had reached his floor as the doors opened, his heart racing in his chest. Astounded at his sudden skittish behavior, he shook his head and let out a short bark of laughter, and stepped into the spacious, light-yellow lit elevator. A scratch at his right ear, and his thumb found the button marked 'Ground Floor'. He leaned back on the wall of the car and put his hands on the wooden railing, starting to hum to himself to block out the noise from his migraine. The fox glanced at the LCD marking the floor the elevator was currently at, and his stomach twisted. For a moment the numbers were climbing, rather than descending, and he checked the button display. The button for the ground floor still glowed, but a check at the display still shewed the numbers climbing. He didn't understand...his office was on the top floor, so how could he be ascending, even though he felt as if he were moving down towards the Earth below him? Suddenly the elevator jarred, making him stumble, and the noise he had heard raised itself to such a pitch that suddenly his vision clouded with pain. His knees buckled and his held the sides of his head, crying out as his head throbbed under the assault of the sound, but then the elevator jarred again, sending him sprawling onto the floor, but the pain stopped. It was quiet. Casually, as if nothing had happened, the elevator chimed once, opening its doors to allow a co-worker into the car. She eyed him slightly suspiciously, and he stood up, pressing against the wall and leaning against a corner to support his weight, panting.

"Frank, are you alright?"

"Yeah..." He rubbed his head and glanced at his coworker, who had turned to give a nervous look at him. "I'm fine...just..." He looked at her face, his speech trailing off as her face seemed to change its shape. He blinked rubbed his eyes focusing on her again, only to let out a harsh cry and press himself back into the corner before the elevator lights flashed off. When they came back on his wife's face was gone, replaced with the, shocked, mink's face, like it should be. Panting, he stepped forward when the chime sounded, and stepped out of the door quickly. In a few steps that seemed to take forever, he crossed the lobby of the building and pushed the door open, stepping out into the cool night air. He made his way quickly to his car, unlocking the door before he reached it so he could yank the door open and jump into the vehicle, slamming the door, then he rested his head on the steering wheel.

"Am I going crazy?" He ran his hands through his hair again and sighed, sitting back and plugging his key into the ignition to start the car. He put the transmission in reverse and looked in his mirror, freezing when, for an instant, he thought he saw his wife laying in the back seat, smiling at him, before he blinked. Then she was gone. He twisted around in the seat and looked at the back seat of the SUV, confirming that no one was in the car with him. His hand found the passenger seat and he braced himself as he put pressure on the gas pedal, reversing out of his parking spot, then he turned and drove out among the traffic, heading toward the interstate. He set his cruise control once he was with the freeway traffic, leaning back wearily in his seat to relax slightly. He closed his eyes for a moment, adjusting his back. A soft giggle made his eyes spring open, a sensation of horror twisting his stomach into a tight knot.

"Would you like me to drive, sweetie?" His head snapped to his right, revealing his wife sitting in the front seat of the SUV, wearing absolutely nothing and leaning against the center console rest. He screamed, and his hand accidentally yanked on the steering column, veering the SUV sharply to the left and into the side of another car. The impact threw him to the side, and suddenly he was lurched forward in his seat, the sound of an impact resonating through his body as his wife seemed to dissolve before his eyes into nothing, the buzzing sound practically matching the intensity of the scream that was leaving his own mouth.

A black fox with tawny hair, and white tipped ears sprung forward into an upright position in his bed, shrieking and clutching at thin air. In mere seconds the screaming devolved into a hysterical sobbing fit, reducing the male to a convulsing mass of fur and twisted sheets, clutching at his pillow for safety while the nightmare replayed itself over and over, and the alarm clock next to the bed continued to issue its un-set buzzing alarm, the glowing red digital display shining brightly three forty-five on a saturday morning.The numbers on the clock changed, chronicling the passing of time as the hysterical sobbing descended into depressed weeping, then exhausted crying, and finally a fitful, whimpering unconsciousness that pervaded for a few hours more. The fox turned over in his sleep, mumbling and clutching at the pillows on the bed, tangling and untangling in the sheets with the occasional shiver of cold, or fear. Throughout the early morning hours the fox called names, and resumed crying while still asleep and clinging protectively to a pillow, mumbling incoherently until, strength drained, the fox fell silent with the rest of the empty house as the world around him slowly roused itself from the night. Creaks and groans, the moist sound of water dripping, and fabric sliding on fabric as sleep became less fitful and more wholesome. Confused expressions washed over the fox as he slept, rolled over onto his back with his arms spread wide to either side and tongue lolled out contentedly, the soft sound of snoring reverberating from the walls as the dark slowly faded into the lighter gray of pre-dawn, and the slowly rising glow of sunlight as dawn came and went, transitioning to morning. The fox slowly rolled onto his side and groaned, bringing a paw to his face as he was pulled out of sleep by the buzzing of his cell phone ringing from the bedside table. A drowsy hand groped along the smooth wood, feeling for the phone until with a grunt the fingers closed around the ringing handset, bringing it to his ear.

"Zizfrank..." He yawned, stretching the muscles in his jaw and contorted one arm over his head while his full tail thumped against the mattress, listening to the other party. "No...no. Mm'up. Whazit?" The fox nodded to nobody in particular, laying back with his eyes closed, occasionally issuing a short grunt of affirmation, followed by a yawn before he spoke next.

"No...S'not till t'morrow. Yeh. No, s'turning eight, you knothat." He chuckled and scratched himself behind the ear, licking his lips a bit. "Sounds fun...yeah, that'll begood. No, he's at a sleep'ver. Mhmm" He laughed and yawned again, rubbing his face. "Alright...catch you there. Love you."

He moved the handset away from his ear and rolled upright, hitting the end button to set the phone back down on his nightstand, then he stretched out his back with a gargantuan yawn and a few soft, but satisfying, pops, and stood up. Frank bent down and picked up his clothing from the day before, tossing it into the hamper next to the closet door with a quick swish of his tail and a wiggle of his hips to wake up the rest of his body, shucking off his boxers to toss them in with the rest of his clothing. He wandered around his room, waking his legs up a little and issuing another yawn before he began meandering his way over to his bathroom, humming jovially to himself and wagging his hips in tune to the song playing in his head. He flicked the bathroom light on with the back of his hand and scratched idly at his lower belly. He leaned forward and put one arm on the wall, one leg raising off of the floor to balance him while his other hand reached forward and turned the knob, starting the flow of water and adjusting the temperature of the water. Once his hand was satisfied with the temperature of the water he hopped into the shower and closed the door behind him, letting the hot water soak into his fur and flow over his head down his body. A thought entered his mind while the water was flowing over his face, making him chuckle and his lower stomach twist pleasurably. He thought the idea wasn't too bad, and a glance down towards his waist told him at least one part of his body agreed with him, the tip of his foxhood starting to peek from his sheath at the notion. He shrugged, figuring what the hell, and sat down on one of the benches lining the master shower. His hand quickly moved to exactly where he wanted it to go, trailing his claws up the inside of his left thigh to graze teasingly over the furry pouch just below his sheath, and continue along the latter to earn a twitch from inside. He repeated the stroke along his sheath, closing his eyes for a moment, building a mental picture of a nude female. He focused on the image, filling the vixen out with generous C-cup breasts and a soft, but seductive face, and gentle, athletic curves that matched the sway of her tail to the hypnotic motion of her hips. He let out a breath and replaced the mental information of his own hand with the image of hers, dragging her soft pads against his sheath as she leaned over him and planted a tender kiss on his lower lip. Her hand moved up, caressing up his soaked belly to his chest as she nibbled softly at his lip, then dragged her claws down his front until her fingers found his engorging length, making him huff out softly as they wrapped firmly around his girth. He clamped his mouth shut and clenched his jaw, digging the tip of his smooth tongue into the bottom of his mouth behind his front teeth, doing his best to replace the slick sensation with his imaginary lover's warm, wet tongue as they wrestled at the lips, her tongue feeding into his mouth and pressing under his tongue before wrapping around it and sliding back towards the end of the appendage with a timed, slow stroke along his length. The motion was repeated, drawing a soft sigh from his nose and a twitch from his length as it grew further from the stimulation. His imagined lover smiled to him and squeezed close to his sheath, dragging her hand up his length before pumping back down, repeating the motion over and over at a teasingly slow pace. After a few moments of stroking him she straddled his lap, cradling his throbbing penis in one hand while she ground her burning labia against the underside, biting at his lower lip as she coated him with her fluids.

She shook her head a little, tossing her red hair about her face and lifted her hips up, sliding the very tip of his length against the slit between her lower lips, and put one finger to her lips seductively. Without hesitating she lowered herself down, impaling her body on his throbbing shaft, and enveloping it in a hot, tight, vice with a cute moan of desire. She grabbed onto his shoulders and looked at him, licking his nose, and rose off of his length, then sunk him back to the hilt inside of her, building a slow, steady rhythm that made him squirm beneath her and his length twitch and splatter her inner walls with his pre. In his minds eye he wrapped his arms around her, biting her neck as she rode him, clenching and releasing him with each thrust she made, making cute mewling sounds and thrashing her tail, speeding up. He kissed down her throat and to her chest, licking between her breasts as the bounced with her motion, kissing and licking over one of the imaginary mounds until his lips were wrapped around the nipple, making her squirm above him and grind herself down against his lap and his slowly swelling knot, then resume her thrusting above him, panting softly into his ear.

As the pleasure built, and the pace of their lovemaking increased in tempo, Frank slowly found the realities he was enjoying begin to merge, her body beginning to grip tighter as he lost his focus on replacing his hand with her embrace. All that mattered to him now was the grip of her body around him as she bounced and ground over his lap, her panting becoming soft, but lewd moans of lust and desire, her pleasure evident enough to make her quiver around him hungrily. With a low, heady moan, and much to his displeasure, she slowly lifted off of him, letting his drenched cock slip free of her depths and drop back against him, swinging her leg to turn around in front of him, hiking her tail up and to the side so he could get a perfect view of the softly-furred cheeks below her tail, and down further between her spread legs, her eager sex twitching, waiting for him, her hands pressed flat against the glass of the shower door. He forgot all about imagining, giving into his primal instinct he wrapped his arms around her waist and bucked forwards, driving every inch of himself home in one thrust. A deep, animal instinct took over him, making him hold onto her, ramming his hips back and forth as hard and fast as he could, one hand snaking its way up her body to grab hold of a breast, kneading and massaging the lump of luscious flesh that belonged to the vixen so eagerly, so vocally, giving herself to him this way with one intent: to be bred. With his mind clouding as his orgasm approached he drove home into her one last time, burying his knot deep inside of her and holding deep, letting the gland swell and tie them together in the the most intimate of embraces. At the same time his teeth found the nape of her neck by her shoulder, and with the extra stimulation she exploded around him, loosing her feet and pushing him back down on the bench to straddle his lap while leaning forward, her hands still on the glass next to his own, her orgasm milking him until his length twitched, and with a final, reflex buck of his hips, he joined her. Everything was wiped in a white fog of bliss, his body burned as his length twitched to fill the needy womb presented to it, locked sturdily to her body.

When he finally recovered from his orgasm, leaning back against the wall of the shower thoroughly exhausted, the water had run through the heat and was pouring icy cold from the shower head, spurring him to shut the water off and climb out of the shower, stopping briefly to stare at the still painfully visible handprints on the shower door; two sets, one set larger than the other, smaller pair that were the end of a short trail, as if a pair of feminine hands had raked against the glass.