Ch. 4 - Xenocryst
Man, it's been a while since I posted here! No philosophy this time; I probably scare a lot of people away with that. So never fear! This one's just some good-natured jazz.
Those of you wanting only the yiff-ness, I've indicated a section (it's between lines of hyphens/dashes/those horizontal lines) that you can skip. There's really no storyline in this, just some I threw in. People under eighteen... keep in mind it's always better to assume the worst. Even if it's the best :D Because I'm so freaking humble.
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One day, a while after I had officially adopted Lioen, I realized that it had been a while since I had been really, really stuffed. Age-related bias on both my part and Silvir's had meant that he had nearly always received, but I did want to just be really taken by someone.
And I knew what someone to go to.
There was a butcher's shop in town, run by a wolf about six-five and two-fifty who had the best hams of any man I had ever known and thighs like cold-cut steel. He was a rugged canid out of Germany with a penchant for sleeping around, but a high sense of cleanliness and caution. We had known each other since Teva and I moved in, and while I knew he was generally out for whatever tail he could get, I had always had qualms about getting quite that close with him.
As I walked out the door to get my "fill," though, the woman of the couple who lived beside me caught my attention.
"Siber! Ooh! Ooh, Siber, can I have just a word? I won't be a bother, I promise!" She had a pretty accent, I thought maybe from Maine or Ireland, or some such. A rotund chipmunk with the classic, bright, cheery smile of the species, she could lighten anyone's mood. Unless they were in the mood. Then it kind of got annoying.
But I wasn't about to let that cause me to hurt a neighbor. "Yes, Mary, what can I do for you?"
"Ooh, just two quick little things, is all!" She met me at the property edge and looked up at me. "How ya been?"
"I've been just fine. Are you and your brood all well?"
"Oh, we are, we are! But listen, you know little Brandon?"
"Mm-hmm, I do," I nodded. Brandon was their only child, an elementary schooler.
"Well, ya see..." and here she lowered her voice... "he's been havin' a bit of a problem fittin' in at school. Ya see, I thought all o' these 'race relations' things were over with, but would ya believe he's bein' made fun of at school for bein' a molar?"
It took me a moment to refamiliarize myself with the history of the furred world. Right. Like blacks had been in America, 'molars,' as mammalian, herbivorous anthros were called, had been enslaved for a long while, but it had been a long, long time since then and most race-related behavior had just fallen between the cracks. Once I remembered that, my eyes opened wide. "Really? Well, you tell that son of yours he needs to let 'em know what for! That should be over and done with!" Personally, I thought it was possible Brandon had related a joke to his parents and it had been misinterpreted as racism, but her next words prevented that.
She looked kind of nervous, and her voice was hushed. "Well, ya know, he's not really a confrontational type, and they've hit 'im before, ya see."
"They've hit him? Surely you can tell his teacher..."
"Hush, hush hush hush, I should no be tellin' ya this. If me husband overhears me, that'll be the end of us, 'cause ya see, we're niether of us folks ta be makin' a fuss." A car had once backed over her rose garden and she replanted it after expressing a concern for the bumper of the car, whose owner had driven off and never offered an apology. "And besides, the teacher and principle are both cougars, ya know the type." Cougars were notoriously hot-tempered.
"So... is there any way I can help?" It would, actually, not have been too hard for me to have the teacher and children killed. Well... that's pushing it with the children. I could have their parents arrested, though. Brandon was a good kid.
"Well, that's what I was gettin' to. Ya see, since we're not too confrontational types, and he's not, he's got nothin' ta look up to, save you, and ya know how 'tis when kids see someone too far beyond their reach; they kin jest say, 'oh, 'e's a big grown-up and I'm just a kid; I kin never be like that.' Well, I been noticin' your son Silvir, ya see, and he's a mighty strong lad, isn't he? And I was just wonderin' if you might mind askin' 'im to maybe babysit little Brandon a couple o' times and show 'im that a boy can be a bit strong and a bit quiet, too, without havin' ta put up with alla the name-callin' and the fightin'."
I was touched she felt that way about Silvir, except she had said as much many times before. Scratch that. My heart swelled with tremendous pride any time anyone said anything positive about my children. It was like dropping acid directly onto my brain. "I'll definitely ask him, Mary. That's terrible for Brandon to have to put up with, at his age! Is there some time that would work out best for you and Tom?"
We worked out a day, and I smirked after I turned away. Babysitting had been the job I liked most, surprisingly, as a teen, because it was never babies for whom I sat. Only children whose minds I could mold as I pleased into something better.
As soon as I could, I drove to town, wandered by a few stores to pick up plausible reasons for me to have gone to town in case anyone came home early, and eventually got to the butcher's. I swung open the door dramatically, met the man's eyes, and the only sound was the tinkling of the bell on the door.
It was a fairly spacious place, scarcely lit with various implements for the carving and preparing of his wares hanging on hooks in the walls for sale. Steak knives, meat cleavers, spatulas, grills, and tongs filled the floor space, but there was an aisle down the middle of the store, connecting my gaze to his. We may never have spoken of this before, but he knew what I wanted.
"Rich!" he barked, the voice intended for the young, well-built tom at his side, "This is an important customer. Remove youself."
The boy set down his bloody cleaver slowly, unsure of what to do with the material in front of him. "What should I do with-"
"GEHEN SIE AUS!!" Heimlich shouted, still not breaking eye contact with me. The young one grabbed the order he had been filling and skittered into the back room, the contents of which were immediately hidden by a hastily-closed door.
"You know why I'm here," I intoned as I began pacing slowly to the front of the store.
He rolled his shoulders, the cannonball arms bulging out as the muscles slid smoothly beneath his skin, revealed under a thin, white wife beater. "Come a little closer; I didn't catch that," the sweaty wolf breathed huskily, enticed by the bulging package beneath my waist. His lightly Germanic accent made him all the more appealing as the dominant male I knew he would be for me. I watched as his eyes flicked periodically down to my hips, and was not in the least humbled by how obvious my intentions were. No one else was in the store, and the butcher discretely pushed a button, locking the door from within.
I heard it click. "Here I was thinking you were servicing me, and now you won't let me ever get out?" I cocked my head at him, slowing my approach.
He licked his lips. "I'll service you, Siber. But no one ever leaves my store without paying for what they get."
The heat in the place and the thin scent of the raw meat in the back and on the counter drifted to my nose, and I felt my "intentions" throb briefly in response. He knew how to create an atmosphere. Even in the broad light of day, if felt dark and musky in the place. "I was hoping you would close your end of the bargain first."
"You haven't told me what you want from me, yet."
I reached the counter and pushed my hips up against it lustily, my concealed package just barely visible over its height. My hands slid, splayed open and delicate, onto the counter. "I'll be frank. I haven't been stuffed in a long time, Heimlich. I'm looking for some thick piece of freshly-cut meat to fill me up. I want something big. Juicy. Luscious." I accented the final word by clenching those spindly hands into desperate fists. A smirk crossed my features. "And I think you, my fine canine, may fit that description."
He leaned across, getting his warm, pungent breath right into my nostrils as strong hands gripped the counter top like clamps and he ran his thick tongue across his teeth. I didn't dare drop my gaze, because I knew if I did, I'd see something... appetizing enough to... heighten a few sensations. My breath was already shallow and harsh, in stark contrast to his deep, heavy intakes of air. "Well, I'm glad that's what you want, because the only uncut things I have here are... in the back. And I'm not so sure you want something quite that... lean." He flicked his head towards the door behind which his apprentice had disappeared.
The smell of his breath was making it hard for me to maintain control. "Mmm, you have me there. I need something really... meaty." I dropped my voice to a whisper and leaned so our muzzles were nearly touching as my breath made his ear twitch. "I want something to make me moan... to make me just... wild."
I felt his grin brush my lips, and he spoke lustily back in my ears. "I may have something just the size for your tastes. Let me go in the back and... prepare something." I closed my eyes and arched my back at his words, painfully intrigued as he backed away and sucked air through my teeth.
Once he was out of sight, I let my posture drop and breathed heavily, holding myself up with shaking arms. I was really going to do this, right here in the store, and no one would care or notice. My need was shooting through me, eliciting a response I hadn't felt in too long... a craving to just let him take over, again and again, as sensation after sensation washed through me. Oh, the throes of delight this beast would put me through! I shivered at the thought of submitting to his expert ministrations as he took everything he could and I took everything he gave. My eyes still closed, I wiped my lips with the back of a paw. My mouth was watering in greedy anticipation, and then I heard the door open.
My hunk was ready.
Now wearing somewhat less than most store owners would run a business in, he flopped his package on the counter and let it sit there as my gaze was drawn to the red, glistening flesh that lay on full display, wet, succulent, and waiting for a response. He grinned predatorily, something that, coming from another 'cisor such as myself, incited a raising of my hackles that made my body twitch. "Is this... enough for you?"
My mouth now watering profusely, I swallowed nervously and just stared. "That may very well do me," I said.
He chuckled breathily, growling a little. That tremendous body of his, and that tremendous thing of his... what I wouldn't give to just get plowed with all of it. "Do you is right." He put one hand uncomfortably close to where I was still pressed up against the counter and grabbed my shoulder with the other. I looked at the hand, and noticed that it dwarfed my comparatively thin shoulder. And I was no weakling. "You said you wanted me to close my end first?" He indicated my groin with his gaze and pulled me close. "Let's see what you can offer the alpha."
Backing away a little and swallowing again, I couldn't break his gaze, but went about revealing my own endowments and getting on my toes to exhibit them on the counter. Sure, it was nothing compared to him, but it is hard to compete with a solid foot of meat. It was hard to even think with something like that leaking onto the counter like it was. We were each meeting the other's one-eyed stare, and each licked our lips again. He, though, tilted my chin up with his hands and made me watch as he slowly, sensually, swallowed hard. He could be going for more than I had bargained for. I heard his stomach growl.
There was no way he'd try that, though. He needed repeat customers, and had no way of knowing I could get out of it. Instead, he inched his hand towards my package, then lurched forward and snatched it, making me slam my hands on the table and gasp while he rubbed my length, getting unexpected spurts from the hot, heavy flesh. Uncaring, he lowered his mouth and gave it a long, slow, strong lick, tasting its entirety as I moaned.
He started to back away, but, enjoying my momentary and transient dominance, I pushed his head back down and murmured lustily, "Why don't you have a little more, big man? I'm willing to be generous."
He smiled where he was and moved back in for another stroke, this time biting lightly and running his teeth up to the tip before swallowing it whole, suckling expertly to savor the taste. I moaned loudly. "That's it... that's it... ah! Take it all!" I thrust my hips forward, into his face, and though he backed away initially, he eventually put one knee on the counter to lean forward further and take more of what I had to offer, working his throat like any experienced whore until it was too much for me. "Heimlich!" I moaned, eyeing what I'd be getting next as it got closer with every movement he made forward, leaving a trail on the counter. "Heimlich, I can't... ah! AAAAAHHHHH!!" I bellowed as I knocked him back with the force of my final thrust, drenching his face in juices as he slurped his tongue out, trying to catch it all and drink it in, and I watched his throat working furiously. It made me nearly ready for another round, but it was his turn.
Abruptly, I heard a splat and a blur of motion caught my eye. Heimlich heard and saw the same thing. A smear of creamy, white gyzym lay on the floor just outside of the partially open door, and a hand I hadn't notice before quickly retracted from the edge and slammed the door shut.
"Rich!" Heimlich barked, storming into the back room and almost stepping in the puddle. I sighed and held my head in one hand. The boy was thrown violently back through the door, still trying to zip up his pants.
I rolled my eyes. "Really, kid? Come on. There are better things to beat it to that two old fogeys like us getting all hot and bothered."
Heimlich nodded gruffly. "At least don't plunge that Schlange next to someone's dinner! You are fired! Get out!"
The boy, red almost to the point of tears, made himself decent and ran out of the door, which Heimlich graciously unlocked. The butcher sighed and put the mutton he had gotten out for me on a scale. "I swear, kids these days. Can't even let their elders have a bit of fun. I don't want to clean that up."
"I'm sorry, Heimlich, I should have waited until he was gone." He handed me a towel, and I wiped my hands off. Holding raw chicken can make things messy. "I probably shouldn't have finished."
"No, no, don't worry about it." He chuckled. "That was some performance though! Do you want a discount? I really am sorry about him. I thought he was... a little bit more mature than that." He started wrapping up my purchase as I got out my wallet.
"No, not at all. It's not your fault. I'm actually a little impressed with us, that we actually got him to finish. A couple of those I said near the beginning seemed a little sketch. Is a credit card okay?" I got the plastic out and snorted. "Man, you almost had me hard, the way you attacked that bird!"
He nodded as he let loose a laugh, and I payed. "Well, where did you get that chicken? And what's it seasoned with, basil and lemongrass?"
I laughed and picked up the package. "You're insane. Yeah, that's exactly it. It's from across the street; they specialize in poultry products."
"No competition for my beef; everyone needs steak now and then." I grinned, and then he threw his head back and guffawed, loudly. "I thought he seemed tense back there! You think he would have cum earlier if I had asked you 'top or bottom' before I went in the back?"
I chuckled in response. "Probably." I shook my head and sighed gratefully. "Look, thank you for that. I'll bet you're the only man I know who wouldn't have stopped just because I was holding the chicken at hip level." I looked at the receipt he gave me. "Wait, this isn't as much as that should have cost. I told you no discount."
"Siber, you gave me an entire drumstick of top-quality bird. I'm not going to steal from you."
"Fine, don't take a gift." I sniffed in mock-dejection. "Now I have to find something better to get you for Christmas."
He laughed loudly again. "How about a new apprentice? One who isn't turned on by men in their fifties talking!"
I met his volume that time. "You should hire him again, just so we can make this a game! The winner is whoever speaks last before he busts a nut!"
We howled with laughter, I enjoying his loud sense of humor to its fullest while he just let loose the volume of heartiness he usually couldn't around city customers these days. I walked out with what I knew would be a perfectly-cut hunk of mutton, still smiling, and he put his wife beater back on and wiped the counter clean of lamb blood. I grinned on my way out. What a guy.