{"sf1_id":703823,"sf2_id":"dmBXr3Z1","title":"The Wolf, the Fox, and the Envelope","author":"Revresbo","words":1141,"posted_at":"2014-05-11T21:43:00.000Z","tags":["Anthro","City","First Person","Fox","M/M","Short","Story Series","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/703823-the-wolf-the-fox-and-the-envelope","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmBXr3Z1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6c/ec/6cec8146-88bf-488e-8b9f-94d1b32ebb28","description":"#1 of The Trouble with Foxes\n\nA pretty short beginning to an idea I have. Featuring a fox and a wolf in a relationship (because that's totally original and never happens anywhere, right?) and the promise of impending trouble in relation to the fox's job. More details to follow.","content":"Ok, so it's been about three months or something crazy since I've even posted a journal on here. \u0026nbsp;I'm going to see what I can cook up in the next hour and a half or so before I need to pack up shop again. \u0026nbsp;Ok. \u0026nbsp;Deep breath. \u0026nbsp;Writing powers activate!\n\n* * *\n\nMy boyfriend is an amazingly supportive person. \u0026nbsp;I don't know how many people would put up with me. \u0026nbsp;My job often requires me to keep odd hours or be away for sometimes even weeks at a time. \u0026nbsp;It does allow me more time off than most people, though, so I guess we still get to spend more time together than most couples. \u0026nbsp;Still, I think it's safe to say that most people wouldn't date people in my line of work. \u0026nbsp;It would be too trying for another number of reasons. \u0026nbsp;I'm a lucky guy. \u0026nbsp;However, he did always tell me it would get me in trouble.\n\nHe wasn't wrong. \u0026nbsp;Still, at least he didn't say \"I told you so.\"\n\nI wouldn't have, and indeed didn't, recognise it as anything different than usual at the time, but my troubles all started a couple weeks ago. \u0026nbsp;It seemed like any other day. \u0026nbsp;Laze around home, watch TV, surf the web, cuddle with my boyfriend of eight months. \u0026nbsp;Such an adorable and fluffy wolf. \u0026nbsp;I could cuddle that guy until the end of days. \u0026nbsp;Though he'd probably hit me if I called him adorable in public. \u0026nbsp;Or in private. \u0026nbsp;Any time at all, really. \u0026nbsp;He's not a big fan of cute endearments. \u0026nbsp;I had just finished some work the day before, so I had lots of leisure time. \u0026nbsp;My work is on a contract basis, so I'll have periods where I work for a while and then have time off. \u0026nbsp;It pays really well, though, so I don't often feel pressed for money between jobs. \u0026nbsp;I can always find one soon enough again. \u0026nbsp;Matthieu had a much more regular sort of nine to five job, but it was a Saturday, so we both had time to kill. \u0026nbsp;He had already killed some time on top of me when we decided the weather was great for a walk. \u0026nbsp;Actually, I told him the weather was great for a run, but he has less interest in physical fitness than I do, so I settled for a walk.\n\nThe weather was fantastic, a welcome change from the first half of May. \u0026nbsp;Mother Nature finally seemed to clue in that winter was well and truly over and the temperature was at a comfortable seventeen degrees. \u0026nbsp;There was a park not too far from our apartment that we often walked in. \u0026nbsp;We were laughing at something stupid I said that I no longer remember, though he probably does, the bastard, when I saw trouble, though I didn't know it at the time. \u0026nbsp;Trouble came, as it usually does, in the form of a fox. \u0026nbsp;It's not racist if I say it.\n\nI just noted him cursorily at the time. \u0026nbsp;A swift fox, male, bit shorter than average, fit, attractive. \u0026nbsp;Just because I'm attached doesn't mean I can't look. \u0026nbsp;He was dressed in a casual suit, top two buttons of his shirt undone as well as the jacket. \u0026nbsp;He just seemed to be taking in the sights as he walked the park. \u0026nbsp;I was distracted by a paw on my ass at the time, so I didn't take much more notice. \u0026nbsp;Maybe things could have turned out better if I had. \u0026nbsp;Or worse. \u0026nbsp;I don't like playing those sorts of guessing games.\n\nInstead, I gave my wolf a peck on the cheek. \u0026nbsp;I had to stand on tiptoe to do it, a fact I know he likes. \u0026nbsp;We were walking in public, but I could tell his mind was already back in the bedroom. \u0026nbsp;What a lecher. \u0026nbsp;I used it as an excuse to get him to walk faster though. \u0026nbsp;I really do enjoy my exercise, and I rather playfully told him we had to finish our usual path before I'd turn back for home. \u0026nbsp;He tried to race me for all of ten seconds before he remembered that I could go around our path twice to his once and still beat him home. \u0026nbsp;Still, he let me tug him along slightly faster than usual. \u0026nbsp;I take whatever small victories I can get.\n\nHe tugged me up the stairs to our second story apartment, though I wasn't exactly complaining, mind you. \u0026nbsp;He dropped the key he was so eager to get it in the door. \u0026nbsp;You'd think we hadn't been at this only a couple hours before. \u0026nbsp;I just shook my head as I picked up the key and got it in the first time I tried. \u0026nbsp;I was a lot better with my paws than my lover, especially when excited. \u0026nbsp;When the door was open, he pushed me into the apartment so quickly that I nearly couldn't shut the door behind us, though I did manage to drive the bolt home to prevent interruptions. \u0026nbsp;Before I had a chance to do more, I was pushed up against the door while he dry humped my ass. \u0026nbsp;Couldn't even wait to get us in the bedroom. \u0026nbsp;Sometimes, I have to wonder about his libido. \u0026nbsp;Not that I can honestly say it bothers me. \u0026nbsp;I do tell him dishonestly sometimes, though, just to bug him.\n\nFinally, he let me turn around. \u0026nbsp;Shirts were the first thing to go. \u0026nbsp;We helped each other take them off, though it probably would have been quicker to just take care of our own. \u0026nbsp;Not anywhere near as fun, however. \u0026nbsp;I was about to make pants go the same way as the shirts when he kissed me. \u0026nbsp;I tried to warn him, but his lips swallowed my protests when we fell right over. \u0026nbsp;I'm a tough guy. \u0026nbsp;I've fallen out of trees and stuff in my day. \u0026nbsp;However, that does not make getting squished by a wolf any more pleasant. \u0026nbsp;I'm just grateful our living room was carpeted.\n\nAbout half an hour later, we were still lying in about the same spot we'd fallen. \u0026nbsp;He was still on top, but I'd switched to being face down. \u0026nbsp;We were both pretty tired and were more or less dozing on the floor. \u0026nbsp;My ears twitched at a soft sound, but in my haze, I just ignored it. \u0026nbsp;It would only be much later that I noticed that someone had slipped an envelope under our door.\n\n* * *\n\nOk, I'm going to end this here for the moment. \u0026nbsp;People will be coming soon, so I'll need to pack up shop, and this is as good a place as any for now. \u0026nbsp;Oh, and that's just a working title. \u0026nbsp;I'll probably change it at some point. \u0026nbsp;Way too cheesy, but I suck at coming up with titles.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"The Trouble with Foxes","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/706652-the-wolf-the-fox-and-the-envelope-part-2.json"}}