Cheater’s Keepers
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Fuck all, I thought, fuck it all, when I realized that Jared was in the party.
Looking slick as fuck, the husky was wearing a wet look shirt and shorts and nothing more, and they were of the tighter variety that showed off his ripped body whatever movements he did, and knowing how much le liked dancing...and indeed, showing off, there was plenty.
I tried to hide out in a corner so that he wouldn't see me, instead sipping my drink bitterly and catching glimpses at the goddamn husky while my cock grew harder inside my own modest jeans.
Fucking shit.
I dared over to the counter to get a new drink when he noticed me, of course, typical luck.
"Dannoooooo!"
I harrumphed to myself before I turned to face him, standing there by me, the music beating in our ears, his tail thumping a rhythm along to the baseline, snapping against that faux leather of his extra tight sheath-bulging shorts.
"Hi," I tried to sound polite, however impossible that was when you had to shout over the sounds of horny guy's laughter, whooping, and the loud music that was making the insides of my brain tingle.
"Long time no see!"
It's the most fucking clichéd conversation imaginable, just what you'd expect from two guys who were together together for over a year and then it was all over and then there was very little to say anymore. I felt the same then, standing there almost nose to nose to him so that we could hear what we were saying, as if that made any kind of a difference. I got my drink from the bartender and pretended to be more interested in that, but he just wouldn't quit. No, not that husky with the curled tail.
I was feeling so damn bothered that I went in for the move sure to be a conversation killer.
"So how's Deacon?" I asked, referring to the Doberman who had started appearing on his Facebook updates soon after we were no longer we.
The husky just kept on grinning, like it seemed he always did. His breathing smelled of alcohol, too.
"He's just fine," he replied, "visiting his folks."
How nice. So you were bored and came out to shake your tail at a fuck bar.
"Same old Jared," I muttered mostly to myself.
He touched my chest and I let him.
"Why'd you expect me to change?" the husky chuckled roughly.
I could still hear his tail wagging.
"I didn't," I replied, continuing this awful conversation of ours.
"Wanna dance?"
"I don't think so," I said.
"Not even for old times' sake?"
"Especially not for that," I replied.
I drank some more, and I let him keep hanging on my side, almost touching me while I kept sipping and trying to give appreciate looks at the various guys lingering around the place to show Jared that I still got it, even if he was a cheating bastard and we no longer were together.
I don't even stop him when he pulls me by my arm to the back room.
I'm not sure if that's especially legal, to hold that kind of a space in such a bar, but the lingering smell of cum, musk and possibly of some mind-altering substances told me enough of what was going on in that place. I'd only peeked before, I'd never been really brave enough to...to...
...I mean, I was together with Jared and all.
We passed a hare blowing an otter, and I gave them a wide berth while Jared just grinned, that damn tail swooping behind him, rubbing my groin.
He silenced my possible resistance by shoving his tongue down my throat and there was nothing more I could say, anyway. I grabbed him and pulled him close and let my tongue wrestle with his. I didn't complain when he pushed me down onto a ratty rubber-covered mattress upon which fuck knows how many furs had spilled bodily fluids. By the sounds surrounding us in the almost dark room, there'd be some additions to that soon. At least I didn't feel anything nasty beneath my back, at least for the moment.
He didn't keep me there for long, humped me a bit, then grabbed my hips and turned me onto my belly. I began to pull onto all fours but his paw landed between my shoulder blades.
"I like you where you are."
I let him pull my pants down and I wriggled my ass, hoping my own fox butt was still attractive, even in the dark. He fondled my buns, and I lifted my tail, without being told to.
Let's just get this over with, I thought, hearing some rustling noises and feeling something slick rubbed against my taint. At least he'd brought some lube...it would've been a bit much, raw.
Not that there was any foreplay, really, unless you count a bark and the rubbing of a blunt doggy cock between your butt cheeks for about ten seconds before he lifted his hips and sunk inside me.
I bit my arm, not wanting to make too much noise. Somehow whimpering like a bitch made it even hotter, that, the feeling of the hot poker going inside me, the huffing of his breaths, the half-sight of some sort of a long-haired canine frotting with a lion right in front of me.
His knot bumped against my aching asshole and I knew he was in, feeling that familiar fullness he could give me.
He began to fuck me, surely with that husky tail still flicking triumphantly.
It was wrong but it also felt good. Revenge on that Doberman bitch who'd stolen my Jared. Let's see who he came back to, shall we...uhh...yeah...look who he's fucking now, not you, even if you look like you can bench press a fridge. Look at your boyfriend, your great boyfriend Jared fucking a pathetically whimpering fox and enjoying it. I'd probably not get to do it again, so at least there would be a downside for me, too, besides this being a perfect form of revenge for my boyfriend being a stupid cheating asshole.
He pounded my asshole for only a few minutes before lodging his knot firmly against my hole and then grinding himself there, hard enough that he cummed straight up my back passage, shooting globs of thick cum to coat the walls of my tail tunnel. I felt the heat seep through like a dirty reminder of what'd just happened.
I didn't care whether I came or not. My pants felt kinda damp but I hadn't really done more than leaked a lot of pre there.
I rolled onto my back and saw him pulling up those damn shorts of his, now with an extra big bulge there, since he was still mostly hard.
I was glad he didn't say anything.