Love, but mostly lust.
The wolf bristled. He'd been doing this far more often than he'd like to have been doing. He rolled up the vixen's shirt, exposing the bare flesh underneath. The vixen didn't resist, she knew it was pointless. Sighing, he drove the point into the fur. The vixen gasped, but after a few seconds, her breathing slowed, at last giving one enormous exhalation. Dean, the wolf, pressed the plunger of the syringe in, taking blood from her body. He removed the long needle, bandaging her arm and pulling the sweatshirt's sleeve back down. The vixen opened her eyes again, and shuddered upon seeing the needle. The examinations were done. "Sorry," Dean said. "I know it's stressful getting a checkup." The vixen nodded. No words were needed. She was almost as tall as Dean, long brown hair and bright orange fur particular to foxes. She was quite pretty, but Dean would personally have preferred a bitch to a vixen. Dean himself was tall and semi-muscular, though underweight. His hair and fur's gray hue was quite popular among the ladies. Dean was twenty-six years of age, and according to the report on the vixen, she was seventeen. The other male in the room, also a fox, stood up, he took the female of the arm and lead her out of the small examination room, speaking with her. "Scared of needles, sis? Don't have the balls to handle a thin point and ten seconds of pain?" "I don't have balls at all," the vixen snapped at him as the pair left the room. Dean sighed. Three more hours and his shift was over. Maybe he'd go golfing. Other doctors at the clinic said they enjoyed it, and he'd get a bit of exercise if he didn't use a golf cart. Dean arrived at his home quite late that night, around eight. He went to the kitchen, got out some aspirin and a glass of water, and went to his bedroom with them. "Jess, I'm home!" To Dean's surprise, Jess, a border collie, was in bed, reading quietly. "I hope you enjoyed your day. I'm feeling a bit tired, from doing all our housework. But I'm glad I can, you know? I like the thought that I'm still working, so that I'm justified for using money you earn. What's the aspirin for? Today really stressful?" Thinking quickly, Dean replied, "It's for your headache." Jess blinked. "I don't have a headache." "Gotcha!" Jess sat silently for a while, then laughed. "I guess it has been a while since we've shagged. I owe it to you, and I can't say I'd mind." Dean reached under the bed, grasping a tube of KY jelly and lying in bed next to her. The two immediately began kissing, and before long, Jess was topless and lying on top of him. Keeping a liplock, the pair of canids undressed each other, groping and feeling each other's bodies when they saw fit. Jess went into the master bedroom's bathroom, and both undressed completely while not in the company of one another. Dean disrobed completely and lay down on the bed, covering himself with the bed sheets. Jess opened the doors and walked into the room seductively. Her hips swayed so much with each step that if a male ever tried to imitate her, he'd fall over. She dropped onto the bed, hiding her body playfully and teasingly by lying on her belly and keeping her tail flat over her rear. The two began kissing again, but going for the inside of each other's mouths rather than their cheeks. Jess, getting right to business, dropped to all fours on the bed, raising her tail to expose her genitalia to Dean. He grinned, spreading some KY jelly over two digits of his left paw, and rubbing it between the cheeks of her buttocks. Before Jess had met Dean, she hadn't even considered anal sex, save with an expression of disgust. Now it was almost as popular as vaginal when they mated, and she admitted the habit had grown on her. From the touch of his two fingers, Jess knew that tonight, they were working through the tailhole. "No rimjob first?" "I'm going in without tonight, sorry. I'll compensate by going slowly." Dean gripped her backside with one side, tossing off with the other. He got behind her and leapt up over her, mounting her and draping his body over hers. Dean guided his erect member to the tailhole, pressing forward firmly but slowly. He slid in easily, quickly getting his full length in. Jess may have gasped; he wasn't paying strict attention. His quick humping was quite absorbing. Jess buckled; he went in quite speedily. She kept up, though, pushing her own hips back and forth in tune with his. Standing on three legs, she had dropped a forepaw and began to rub at her crotch. Their speed had steadily increased, and her body was actively participating in pleasing the pair as a whole. Or the one, rather than a pair. After all, "[a man will] be united to his wife, and they become one flesh." Genesis 2:23-4. And so they yiffed. Dean climaxed before Jess, as he usually did. With most species this was a bother, but Dean would remain tied to his partner for two to thirty minutes, giving intense sexual pleasure for both. Dean licked the top of Jess' head, grinning cutely between his panting. "I love you, Jessie." Jess met her own orgasm, crying out in pleasure. Upon catching her breath, she responded, "I love you too." ============================================================================= Physical hunger can easily be satisfied by eating some food. However, the sex drive isn't like hunger, and intercourse isn't a ham sandwich. Sex isn't just physical, it's spiritual too. I wrote this in an hour and 28 minutes, also including two stops, once to get a glass of milk and the other to read the bible. Go figure. ~Ranko