Holidays at the Bar
Author's Note: Return of Zulf and Zerrif! Yes, I know Zerrif's backstory that I'm writing doesn't have anything to do with Zulf. But damn, these two are hot together.
Again, Zulf © Humbuged. Zerrif © Me.
My half of a Christmas trade with Humbuged!
Holidays At the Bar
"Happy Holi-- oh, Zer! Yer lookin' mahty festive today." Lorrie said, the fox wiping down a counter. She had a little elf costume on, the green mixing with her red fur for a sickeningly festive feel. The ferret just grinned back.
"Why, I could say the same for you, Lorrie. Or are you one of Santa's Little Helpers?" He joked. The vulpine just laughed, and shook her head, standing up straight. "Slow, huh? I expected as much-- it's sure to pick up later, though?"
"Ya got that right." She said, sighing as she stretched. "And if ya really need to know, I am one of Santa's little helpers. At least... our Santa's little helper. Does that make ya one of his "rides"?" She couldn't help but snicker after, leaning over the counter. "Oh boy, ya've gone all out, haven'tcha? Innit it weird, though?"
To be truthful, his get-up was a little weird. He was a ferret, dressed up in a deer's costume. His tail had to be scrunched into this tiny little tail, which was painful to say the least. He had a heavy set of plastic antlers on his head, and a collar with little bells. There were even little cloven hooves for his footpaws-- though his hands didn't have any. That had gotten annoying, trying to go around and grab, hold onto, or move things with hooves. He didn't know how they did it.
"Hehe, maybe. I just pull his sleigh whenever he wants me to." The pseudo-deer replied, with a wink. He clip-clopped his way over behind the bar, slinging on an apron. "So where's the big guy?" He asked. The fox just shrugged, and leaned her back against the counter behind the bar.
"In the back. He ain't coming out. I tell ya-- that suit does wonders on him, Zer. But you know how he gets. All self-conscious and such. He's being a big, silly puppy, is what." She made little motions mimicking the way that Zulf would throw a tantrum, making the both of them laugh. There came a sort of grunt from the back, hushing them-- but they threw each other a small little look, and snickered anyway.
"Shall I see what I can do, then?" The ferret asked. In truth, he knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to drag that wolf out here, whether he liked it, or not! He wasn't about to leave the both of them to work the bar by themselves-- and besides, it was the holiday season. He had to at least be a little jolly past that gruff, tough exterior.
"Good luck on ya-- yer gonna need it. Nearly bit mah head off this morning, 'e did." The fox said, nodding. "Oh, and when ya come back, with or without the dark and grumpy one, d'you mind bringing up a case of Keith's? The tap's dry-- they're haulin' in more later, but we might need some jes' in case, y'know?" The fox pointed out. The ferret just nodded, and then turned, clip-clopping to the back, heading for their boss' office. His tiny little reindeer-tail wiggled with every step-- his tail pulsing as it threatened to break free from the tiny prison, or break on him.
"Boss?" The ferret called out, knocking on his door. There came a grunt in reply, and he took that as some sort of indication that he was allowed to enter. A dark brown paw clenched the handle, but then the door was whipped open. He let out a yelp, jumping back as he stared at the form before him.
Red. White. Black. Anger. Well, not really anger-- moreso just annoyance. "What is it, Zer?" The wolf said, reaching up, scratching at the inside of his left ear. "Gah, this fucking hat... makes my damn ears itch!" He growled, staring down at the ferret that seemed to be cowering. He only noticed the get-up now, grinning down at him with almost lecherous intent. "Nice horns." He said, reaching over and flicking one of them.
The ferret yelped again, swerving his head away from any further bats at the head-piece. "Nice suit. It really fits you." He replied, but the look he got was less than playful. The wolf's brow furrowed, and he turned to shut the door, but found himself unsuccessful with a ferret wedged in-between. "Wait, wait!" He cried out, and Zulf sighed, opening the door. He didn't exactly need to squish the ferret, not when they were going to need him for the rush later.
"What?" Zulf replied, in an annoyed tone. He grunted, looking down at the deer-ferret, unable to resist smirking at the sight. It was, for lack of a better word, cute. Said deer-ferret just looked up expectantly, and he just shrugged, grunting again as he moved back inside his office.
"Yer... not gonna come out?" Zerrif asked, following inside. He shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it, and moved to one of the chairs in front of the wolf's desk. He didn't get an answer, just a look of "You're kidding, right?" as the wolf raised his legs, resting them on the table. "Come on, Zulf. It's the holiday season-- whether or not ya believe. We're gonna need you out there, later."
"So call someone in." The wolf grumbled. "I don't have a spare change of clothes here, and I can't believe I came to work like this!" He was at the point near-yelling, and he seemed to seethe annoyance. "I do not make good Santa." He grumbled. The ferret sighed, and got up. Zulf eyed him, as he walked around, and then pushed his legs off the table. "Hey, what're you--" he started, but then the ferret sat on his lap. Or, moreso, he straddled him.
"But... see, there's this one thing that I wanted for Christmas, and I was really wondering if you could give it to me." The ferret said. The wolf knew that tone. He knew it all too well. Paws instinctively wrapped themselves behind the ferret's back, confused by the faux-fur.
"Oh? And what was that, you little elk?" The wolf asked, reaching up and playing with one of the antlers again. The ferret mewled, and reached up to stop him, bringing the paw to his face so he could nuzzle it. The wolf just grinned-- here? With Lorrie out in front? Well, the door was locked. The ferret had planned this, didn't he?
"Mmm... Santa wolfy should know what all the little boys and girls want." Zerrif replied, with a grin. He reached up, pulling the headpiece back-- the antlers attached to a hood, letting it flop against his back. He shook his head, hair flying as it was finally freed, and he looked down at the wolf.
"Let me guess. You want me to go out there and help you two." Zulf said, unamused. Two could play at this game. He saw the ferret wiggle, and he too shifted a little underneath him, murring lightly. "Well then, that's too bad-- I have no reason to go out there." He added-- watching the ferret pout.
"Well... what if I gave you incentive?" The ferret asked. The wolf raised an eyebrow, and opened his mouth-- most likely to ask what kind. But before he could, the ferret leaned forward and locked lips with him, rubbing his costumed front on the wolf's. He reached up, and slipped paws inside of the red and white jacket, feeling over the furred chest.
A murr rose from the wolf, and for the moment, he let the ferret do as he pleased. He reached behind him and cupped his rump, paws trailing in. He flicked the little nub of the tail, hearing the ferret whimper at that. [Don't tell me you tried to stuff your entire tail into that-- Goddamnit, Zer.] The wolf thought, mentally slapping himself in the face.
Well, it wouldn't do to have this ferret uncomfortable. He ran his paws up the back of the suit, finding what he wanted. A little metallic trail of grooves, leading up-- the wolf grinned, and with one swift motion, pulled down the zipper. The ferret broke the kiss, looking down at him with a look of confusion. "Santa likes to give his gifts to boys and girls for doing good things. What can you do for him?" Zulf asked, his voice heavy with desire.
The ferret grinned, and slipped his arms back into the suit. He wormed free through the hole in the back, letting the suit fall between them, everything from his hips down still covered. He pushed forward, placing his paws on the lupine's shoulders to pull himself, as he made enough room for his tail to come free. White paws pulled the suit just a little lower so that the tail wouldn't get caught on any of the teeth, then cupped his rump again. "I told you, I can give you incentive. I'll be a good boy for Santa." He said, with a slight chuckle.
"Oh really? Going to be a good boy for me, are you?" The wolf asked, leaning in and nipping at the ferret's now exposed collarbone. He hadn't been wearing anything under the suit? Paws travelled inwards at the opening sliding down past his hips, but found nothing at all. [Kinky little ferret.] He thought, using his claws to trace circles on Zer's legs.
That motion made the ferret squirm, pressing forward. He moaned lightly into the wolf's ear, and Zulf looked down, to see the ferret's hips moving constantly. What was he doing? An eyebrow raised as he heard the ferret whimper, and then looked between them. [Hehe... of course, the costume.] He thought to himself, before he slid Zerrif over to his knees. He tugged on the costume, bringing it out of reach of the ferret's hips.
"A-Ahhn-- d-don't!" Zerrif cried in reply. He blushed a little, and looked away, trying to contain himself. The wolf leaned in and gave him a kiss on his cheek, nuzzling it.
"Don't what...? Replace that faux-fur with real fur?" The wolf asked, bringing his paws down the ferret's front. Zerrif leaned back and moaned, nearly falling off of the wolf's lap. He flailed his arms out, finding the desk close behind him. He arched his back onto it, ignoring the papers and pens that pressed against him, raising his hips.
The wolf smirked, and complied with what he wanted, pulling the rest of the costume down past the mustelid's knees, but he left it around his ankles. White arms went under the ferret, lifting him off the assumedly uncomfortable desk, pulling him back into his lap-- red pants tented. Zerrif let out a yelp at being replaced, and blushed as his nose touched the wolf's muzzle.
"I think... Santa's the naughty one." Zerrif said, poking at the wolf's tent. Zulf grinned lecherously at the ferret, and nipped his nose, licking under his chin.
"Oh? You're not being any more of a "good boy" yourself there, Zerrif." He replied, a paw snaking between them. He took a grasp on t he ferret's shaft, but didn't move it at all. He watched as the ferret whimper, and clung to his shoulders yet again, rolling his hips so he could send his length into the wolf's paw, shuddering. "See?"
"Sh-shu--... unhh... whatever!" Zerrif cried out, tilting his head back as he started to pant. "G-Gods... This is... all I wanted for Christmas..." He moaned out, before bringing his head back up, and smiling at the wolf. "Unless, you're giving me a present regardless of being a good, or bad boy. But I can be very, very good--" He leaned in to the wolf's ear. "Or very, very bad."
Zulf just chuckled. "I think I could be one of those Santa's for the bad furs, huh? Give them just what they want. For all you know, those jokes become reality." The wolf said, wrapping an arm behind Zerrif to pull him in closer. He leaned in, and nipped at his collarbone, starting to move his paw along the ferret's shaft, pumping him. "That... and maybe if I'm in a good enough mood, I might step out."
He didn't have to say anymore. The ferret's dark paws slid under the jacket, running down. He tugged at the front, undoing buttons hastily, before he pushed it apart. As much as he didn't want to, he had to break contact with the paw to take off the coat.
He leaned in, pressing their fronts together as he raised his rump off the wolf's lap slightly, so he could pull down those red pants. "Mmn... ironic it's all coming off, and then you'll just have to put it all on again." He mumbled, pulling as best he could. The wolf shimmied out of the rest, letting his pants bunch around the ankles.
"Maybe. I could always send you out naked." Zulf replied, lifting Zerrif up. He laid the ferret on the table again, before taking off his costume from around his legs, and then pressed in close. He stepped out of his pants, and stood wide-legged, pulling the ferret off the piece of furniture for the second time within minutes, and sat him on his lap again. "So tell me, Zer, what exactly did you want?"
The ferret looked down, to see the lupine already fully erect, and he pressed his hips inwards, making their lengths rub against one another. He tilted his head back, and gasped, ears twitching when the wolf beneath him gave a low murr. "W-Want... you..." He mumbled, before looked down at Zulf. He leaned in slowly, locking their lips in a soft kiss-- which soon deepened as carnal lust overtook them both.
Paws started to travel over both bodies, like travelers quickly spanning over regions they knew. The room started to be filled with slight murrs and dooks, their scents growing stronger. Zerrif's hips seemed to have a mind of their own, thrusting forward to create friction between the undersides of both of their lengths. It wasn't long before the ferret started to leak pre, his scent growing stronger, the frenzied humping was soon accompanied by slick sounds.
The ferret's forehead fell to the wolf's shoulder, as he started to paw them both off. How could Zulf just... sit there? Just sit and be content? It didn't make sense! He was teasing, he knew, but gods, he needed this so badly. He felt one of the wolf's paws rake up his back, and clench in his hair, before it drew out the hairband that held his ponytail. Hair cascaded over his shoulders-- Zulf loved that. He wouldn't be finding that hairband anytime soon-- the wolf dropped it, and took a grip on the ferret's hair.
He used his own pre to coat the wolf's member, the base of his hand bumping into a slightly growing knot. He chuckled, as he heard a sound that showed he triumphed, if only in a small way-- the lupine gasped. That sharp exhale of air registered all too well, and he shivered. "Z-Zulf..." He mumbled, but the wolf silenced him with a finger.
Zulf still had his arm around the ferret's waist, and grinned as he pressed a finger to the lips. "Imagine." He said, before he pushed his finger past the closed lips. He could feel the ferret tense up slightly, and then watched as his green eyes closed. Zerrif started to suckle on his finger, licking at it. He let out a murr, and watched as the ferret's humping jolted for a second, as he shot a clear spurt of his pre onto the wolf's chest.
Zulf just grinned; watching as feeding his finger only seemed to arouse the ferret in his lap more. Zerrif started to moan around the finger, enjoying the taste of it, as his paw started to slathre more and more of his pseudo-lubricant onto the wolf's. In fact, Zulf himself was starting to secrete a little pre onto his own cock, making the ferret's job even easier.
The application of their pre only lasted for a few more seconds, before the wolf grunted, and shot his own spurt up to his chin. The ferret blushed, and the wolf just grinned lecherously at him, before he withdrew his finger. He licked it himself, chuckling as he brought it down and behind the ferret's rump, past his tail. He pressed it, without remorse, as the ferret's pucker-- enjoying watching how the ferret's body arched away from it at first, then rested back on it.
His finger slipped in slowly, but surely, and he sent it twisting all the way up to his knuckle. Zerrif wiggled around on him-- they both knew that he was accustomed to this, by now, but it was never a reflexive feeling. He leaned in, nibbling at the ferret's collarbone some more, pumping his finger in a couple times. The ferret rolled his hips, back into the finger, forward into the other cock, and his paw; being assaulted on two fronts of pleasure was making him mad.
"F-Fuck... m-me!" He moaned, gasping as a second, dry finger pushed into his rump. God, at this point, he didn't want, didn't need the extra preparation! He just wanted to be taken, raw and hard-- but the wolf always did this. It seemed to tease him, get him more riled up than the act itself, which was just a way for him to wind down. "P-please...!" He mumbled, gasping again as the fingers scissored, and spread him.
"Well... I guess since it's the holidays and all... I can just give you what you want, right?" The wolf mumbled, before he lifted Zerrif up onto his lap. The ferret reached down to guide the wolf's length, and let the lupine lower the golden rump onto the tip. "G-good boy..." Zulf groaned out, feeling the very tip sink into the warm, enveloping heat. The rest of his cock pulsed in need to sink into that heat as well, and he continued to let the ferret down slowly-- letting him adjust, since he hadn't been prepared as usual.
He watched as the ferret lowered down to his bulbous knot, and stayed there, panting. Zerrif wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, as the wolf's paws stayed as supports on his rump. "G-ggh...go!" Was all Zerrif said, before the wolf brought him up, off his lap. Legs wrapped around the leather chair they sat in, slipping against the surface as they fought for grip.
The wolf began to mercilessly bring Zerrif up and down his entire length, thrusting to make the act even faster. The ferret's legs gave up on trying to cling to the chair, instead planting feet on the ground, as he too began to engage in the act of spearing his body as best he could. His erect member bobbed, bouncing off of the wolf's stomach as he tilted his head back, moaning.
He leaned forward, clinging to the wolf as each thrust sent his mind whirling. Mewls slipped from his lips with each powerful thrust, murrs accompanying the sliding out. He rested his head in the crook between the wolf's neck and shoulder, and nearly bit down at the next thrust. Somehow, that angle had been just right, a sharp cry piercing the air, and another shot of clear pre hitting the wolf's chest, even though he wasn't being stroked.
Zulf caught on, grinning to himself as he started to pound up at that angle. The ferret in his arms was becoming limp, all except for one part at least. Each single thrust made the ferret cringe, claws raked at his back and nibbles were placed on his shoulder, and his neck. He could barely catch Zerrif's cries for "harder" pounding, and "more" of it, and he began to lose control.
He found himself standing, the ferret still straddling him, and he whipped around to the nearby wall. He pinned Zerrif against it, a dull thud resonating through the room with the force of the movement. The lupine pressed in close to the ferret, sandwiching him between powerful body, and study wall. He continued to pound up, the ferret resting his head against the wall, and crying out.
Zulf rested his forehead beside the ferret, panting against the wall as he continued to spear Zerrif into an oblivion of ecstasy. "G-God! H-Harder, Zulf... Fuck! Fuck me, goddamnit!" He shouted, spurring the wolf onwards. He felt someone stroking him-- mind not clicking in that the wolf was pushing him towards release. His whole body felt like butter slowly melting in a hot pan, he wouldn't even be up in the wolf's body was pressed so close.
He could feel every muscle contraction, every stroke of force his body used to piston into his rump. He started to nibble on the wolf's nearby neck, groaning as he found that angle again. He was so close, so dangerously close, he bit down harder to warn Zulf. The wolf responded by running his paw faster up and down his length, fingers playing over the slit and tip whenever they were near. He would draw blood, if this kept up.
"Go ahead." Came Zulf's reply, voice not staggering. He was thrusting in as hard as he could, the room suddenly becoming the forefront of his awareness. Every sound his thrusts made, every slight scent that the two had created, every little detail on Zerrif's face as it contorted further and further into pleasure, every slight push of Zerrif's fangs into his neck, sending more and more pleasure through his system-- all this became his world, his present. He let out a howl, as he thrust as hard as he could, sending his knot into the ferret's tailring. He continued to hump, barely able to move anywhere now that they were tied.
But oh, he knew he liked it. He knew that his little ferret just loved being tied. His paw moved faster, and he hear the ferret string a bunch of sounds together. Dooks, murrs, purrs, moans, whimpers-- all of them flooded out of the ferret's mouth as pleasure overwhelmed him. The air became permeated with his scent as he came, ropes of his hot, sticky seed coating both their fronts, and the wolf's paw. Zerrif's grip grew weak, arms dropping to his sides as he let Zulf use his body to finish.
That didn't take long in and of itself, however-- the wolf let out another howl as his tiny, staccato humps ceased with a final push in. His cock raged, and pulsed as it shot, letting undesirable need fill the ferret that was so willingly its receptor. He pressed in closer to make sure the ferret didn't fall anywhere-- feeling the ferret rest his chin on his neck. It was slightly sore from the biting-- but god, he did love the biting.
"So... does this mean... you'll come out of your office...?" Zerrif asked, breathlessly, as the both of them panted against the wall. The wolf grinned, and brought his paw up, cleaning it off with swipes of his tongue. The ferret whined, and then Zulf offered his paw, the hungry ferret's mouth cleaning off the rest.
"Hm... why not? It is the season, and you'll both need help out there. That, and the incentive was... amazing." He said, with a grin. Zerrif blushed lightly, and Zulf nosed him, sniffing in the deep, heady scent of sweat, musk, and cum. "Though... we'll have to wait until my knot shrinks... yet again." He added, with a chuckle. Zerrif grinned.
Then, there came a knock at the door.
"Oy, you two done in there? The rush jes started-- ah need'ja both out here!" Lorrie called in. Zerrif's eyes widened, and he read a similar expression of "Oh shit" on Zulf's face.
Then, they heard the fox laugh from outside. "But it's okay-- ah called somovtha newbies in-- best they get trained while they've gotta think on their feet, y'know? Happy Holidays, you two!" She chortled, as her laughing died down. Zerrif waited for a bit, and let out a sigh.
"Happy Holidays, hon." He mumbled, as Zulf turned around. He grinned, and gripped the ferret, before carrying him over to the chair, and plopping down on it.
"Happy Holidays to you too, Zer." He replied, resting back into the leather.