Room for a Stray
This is a commission for Chameleo.
The tabby cat belongs to Chameleo.
The fox...? Well... he's just a fox.
This story contains homosexual interactions between adult males and whatever the tags say.
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A small marmalade tabby made his way through the woods. He was disheveled, and the fur on the back of his head stuck in different directions since he found it hard to clean that spot with just his tongue and a paw, and he had been living on the streets for a while now. He wore an old pair of discarded children's jean shorts, since they fit him, and a tight shirt off a discarded "My Buddy" doll.
Only recently had he wandered into some trees and not been able to find his way back to said streets. He sighed and sat on a mossy stump, dismayed that his travels had brought him so far from the back alleys and cardboard shelters he called home.
One of his ears swiveled around and he turned to look into the undergrowth, his tail flicking hard, "Is anyone there...?"
The shrubs shuddered, then parted, to reveal a slender fox of normal height, so he practically towered over the tabby, "Indeed there is my sweet feline. I couldn't help but notice how lost and cold you looked, out here, all alone...." As he spoke, the well dressed fox made his way to the stump and slowly circled the feline, licking his lips while behind him and sure the tabby wouldn't see. When he came around he brushed his long tail along the cat's cheek, spreading his scent there warmly.
The marmalade blushed as the tail rubbed at his cheek, the scent there just making him blush deeper. The fox smelled of earth and warm cozy places, with an underlying musk, which was the part that made his cheeks redden under his orangey fur. "W-what do you want...?" He stammered softly, trying to put forth a tough front.
"Oh, I was just thinking about how I have a warm bed at home that you could stay in for a while." The vulpine smiled dashingly, "At least until you have somewhere to go." He moved alongside the feline and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, "C'mon, hon, you don't want to sleep out here..."
The cat stiffened at the touch for a moment, before he relaxed, thinking about the offer presented, before he nodded softly, "That does sound very nice. You'll take me there?"
"Of course..." The fox grinned as the feline scooted off of the stump. He kept his arm around the slender shoulders, guiding the tabby onward, deeper into the trees. As they went the ground became softer, and sometimes it squelched a bit, but then they moved past that to the side of a hill, where there was a large hollow space. The fox nosed at his guest, and he looked to the spot on the hillside, "There we are..." He started leading the stray in.
The marmalade's eyes adjusted to the dark inside the burrow rapidly, what little there was, only making out the general layout before a candle was lit, and his pupils contracted rapidly. He looked around. For a hole in the ground the burrow was nicely furnished, with a table and chairs, a stove, an area of pelts that made for a bed. He perked at a grinding sound, and turned to see the fox closing the door and bolting the lock, which made him wonder if the fox kept his door open while he was away all the time.
"Well," Spoke the fox, as he doffed his jacket, then undid the buttons on his shirt all the way down, revealing his creamy underside to the feline in a moment of deftly moving fingers. "Now that we're here I'll take my payment for my hospitality, then I'll send you off to bed for the night, alright?" The tabby was about to question this proposition when the fox reached over and yanked his shorts down in one swift movement, standing up from it in such a way that the spread-legged cat was pushed up onto the table, his hips at the fox's waist height now.
The cat mewled in surprise and flicked his tail, blushing deeply as his lower portions were uncovered. Upon looking downward he found that his feline bits were at attention, and he couldn't figure out why. He had been tricked, and now he was going to be raped. Well, at least that's what he thought, "I-I'll be safe if I let you do this, right...?"
The fox just grinned wide, unbuttoning his buttoned fly from which protruded a long throbbing vulpine shaft, the beginnings of a knot starting to form. Silently he stroked over his shaft, grasping a bottle from next to his catch and dripping a clear slick substance all over his shaft, before he took a bit of it on his fingers and stuffed that into his captive's tailhole.
A sudden jolt of discomfort shot through the feline, not quite pain, but definitely not pleasant. He mewled softly, before the fingers started to wiggle a little, working to loosen him up. The unpleasant burning sensation of his flesh being stretched remained, but something started to burgeon between his legs. His body's pleasure receptors were starting to be stimulated by the experienced fingers.
Chuckling at the slow progression towards pleasure, the vulpine pressed his fingers deeper for a moment, deftly finding the prostate and giving it a nice slow rub through the rectal wall. Satisfied with the shudder that caused he took out his fingers, peeled off the feline's shirt deftly, and then gave his shaft another couple jerks to make sure it was still hard and fully coated, before he pressed his member up against the teased hole, grinding his pointed tip along the rim teasingly, before thrusting inward.
A yowl split the air as the cock split his rump, the cat writhing and digging his claws into the table underneath him. The burning had returned, and he panted softly as the fox paused, as if counting in his head. The feline's mind was torn. Indeed this was causing discomfort nearly to the level of actual pain, but it was also causing a pleasure he had never felt, and his member was throbbing across his belly as proof of that.
The vulpine grinned as he found the feline was giving no objections anymore, and pressed his hips forward more, before tugging back a bit. He repeated this, once, twice, thrice... before he was thrusting his hips, his shaft working a bit deeper with each repetition. His own paws went down on top of the feline's own, partially to keep his balance in regard to the table, but also to pin them down as he thrust, wary of those claws and their ability to scratch so easily.
Breath came harder to the feline as he was held in place, his chest heaving a bit, nearly in time with the hard thrusts that rocked his whole body. He could feel the shaft grinding at that spot the fox had teased earlier with such a nice sensation, and said nice sensation was nearly constant now, but so much more intense. He only vaguely felt his shaft dribbling preseed down its length and onto his sac, shuddering as he felt something knobbly at the base of the cock in him trying to join the rest of the member.
Slamming his knot against the rear entrance of his captive, the fox panted, so close to his own peak. He knew he needed a tie to get off, but this tight apparently virgin ass wasn't letting him in. He thrust harder and harder, feeling the ring starting to give way, slowly but surely. A little more of the round bulbous mass made it in with each thrust, and he took comfort in knowing it would just pop right in when it reached the midway point. Unfortunately, he was gaining less with each thrust. He started thrusting harder.
Another yowl hit the air as the feline was pounded harder and harder, that canid knot stretching out his rump, which felt like it was on fire, but it was a good fire, like a fire one builds to keep warm. He felt the warmest he had ever been this time of year at the moment, his legs writhing weakly as he could feel his own peak nearly upon him. He shuddered and cried out as that knot popped into him, then swelled up so much, pressing hard against his sensitive spot and locking the cock inside his body. He felt his pleasure hit him in a wave, and he was lost to the world in a sea of bliss.
With a grunt the fox hit home, feeling his knot expand to make the tie and groaning loudly, his balls jumping as his shaft twitched and started to pump his thick seed into his catch of the night. They stayed like this together, in the throes of orgasm, for quite some time. The fox recovered first, and leaned back, eyeing the connection his cock made to the cat's rump. He made some swift calculations in his head, and then grinned. "Alright kitty. Time for bed."
"Okay..." The marmalade mewled softly, blatantly not having paid attention to reality. He panted a little, finding his paws free from the table, and felt warm air over his head. He opened his eyes and was shocked to find a gaping maw and throat beyond filling his vision. He tried to get away, but his rump was still locked in place on the shaft, although the knot was starting to soften inside him. Then his world was plunged into darkness, or rather, he was plunged into that warm pulsating throat.
The fox murred at the taste on his tongue, but he didn't have the patience to savor. In a few minutes his knot would have gone down, and he wanted to be taking in his catch's hips at that point. He started gulping, turning to lean against the table with the cat still stuck on his hips, glad for his canid flexibility as his maw worked around the feline's shoulders.
Just as the feline thought to reach up and give the treacherous fox a good clawing, his arms were pinned to his sides, the upper portions by stretched lips and the forearms by strong paws, grasping at his wrists, keeping them against his own body. He mewled pitifully, and felt his elbows starting to enter the hot warmth of the fox.
It was just about time for his knot to pop out, since his form was curled around in its endeavor to envelop the feline, also glad that he approached a cat in the first place, who was flexible enough for this position to really work without discomfort. Well he didn't know about the feline's comfort, but he wasn't uncomfortable at least. He yanked, and pouted as he felt the feline's rump clench, foiling his first attempt to dislodge his knot.
As he felt another yank the cat tightened again, wincing at the pressure on his bruised and battered tailhole. He wasn't even sure if he could move his legs his hips had been pounded so hard. The feline panted softly, before there was still another firm yank. There was a pause, and he hoped he'd be released, but then he felt a tongue on his spent member. He yowled softly and wiggled weakly, his paws kneading at his own thighs.
The predatory vulpine chuckled and kept licking at his captive's bits, waiting to feel the rump fail in its stalwart clenching around his shrinking knot. He hummed a little to himself, enjoying the flavor of the spent feline's maleness. After a few more seconds he grinned around his meal and tugged, a wet squelching pop echoing in the burrow as he tossed his head up and back. The feline's legs flailed up over him too, from the momentum. He noted with a chuur that his shaft still standing, although it was starting to soften back up. He started gulping again with a grin.
Writhing weakly with dismay as his rump was suddenly vacated and his world was inverted, the feline mewled pitifully, feeling his legs starting to get enveloped in the hungry warmth, so rapidly. It seemed that gravity was now on the side of the fox, who was only too happy to slurp down his prey. The marmalade tabby felt his head touch down against something, before he was forced to turn his head, then let his spine start to curl as he was pressed more and more into this chamber. Soon after entering he realized he was being forced into the stomach of the larger fox.
Eyes partially lidded from bliss and near exhaustion, the vulpine paused to savor the feet of his catch, seasoned with earth and sweat. But before long he grew bored of the flavors he found on the paws in his muzzle, and took a loud resounding gulp, sending his meal all the way down, one paw reaching to trace the feet's bulge through his neck and down his chest to meet his gut, which filled out fully. His paw traced down the weakly wiggling gut to undo the top button of his pants, opening them fully. When he did so, his gut dropped about half a foot now that it had full room. He murmured softly, rubbing his member as the feeling of a full gut against it caused it to become lazily aroused once more.
Inside the dread fox, the stray feline writhed about, but he was already exhausted, and his muscles weren't responding properly. He couldn't even get his claws to extend. He mewled weakly, everything growing hazy as he started to feel a tingle in his fur. Then a shuddering belch resounded around him and he passed out.
The fox grinned as his gut now showed the fox within in glorious relief, at least as much detail as one could get with flesh and fur in the way, now that his belly had been rid of most of its air. He staggered over to the pile of skins and furs and flopped down onto them on his side, idly rubbing his gut. He murred happily and closed his eyes, being lulled to sleep by the soothing sounds of his gut gurgling and churning around its prize.
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