{"sf1_id":789074,"sf2_id":"q1xvjW2m","title":"Circumstance part 3","author":"Wip","words":2747,"posted_at":"2014-11-29T03:25:00.000Z","tags":["Adult Content","Anal","M/F","M/M","Mild Drama","Semi NC","Sex","Story Progression"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/789074-circumstance-part-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1xvjW2m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/80/35/80358c8a-cda4-4cb3-8ff8-d924c01557dc","description":"#3 of Circumstance\n\nPart 3, in which your humble author attempts to write some sex scenes.\nI have to say, I forgot how much I love writing until earlier this month when I started. I find it seriously relaxing. Every step I learn something new.\nThis part I tried something a little different which is why it's a bit shorter. I'm not sure how noticeable it was, but I felt the narration in the last two parts could get somewhat muddled. So I'm trying to focus more on one character's point of view at a time. Not a huge change, I know, but like in these three chapters of part 3 it kind of comes more from the fox's perspective. The next part I will aim towards the bear's point of view.\nMaybe I over analyze :-/\nCriticisms and whatnot are always welcome.\nHope you enjoy :-)","content":"7\n\nSid lubricated the situation with liberal amounts of alcohol. More for his benefit than hers.\n\nGreta was willing to leave for Sid's place almost as soon as they met. And much to Sid's disappointment, she held her booze better than he did.\n\nGreta ended up supporting him as he staggered the block and a half back to the apartment.\n\n\"Well, here we are,\" Greta said in a throaty voice.\n\n\"Yeah... this is where the magic happens, I guess.\"\n\nGreta pushed Sid into his bedroom and closed the door behind them while Sid sat anxiously on the edge of the bed.\n\nGreta stripped out of her glittery halter-top and miniskirt. A vision of foxy womanhood.\n\nThe eager vixen pushed Sid back and straddled his hips. She gave a low moan that even Sid could tell was mainly theatrics.\n\nHer tongue invaded his mouth. Sid fumbled with his shirt, those damn buttons were why he preferred his vagrant/casual look.\n\nWhile he worked on the shirt, Greta slid down the bed and started unfastening his pants.\n\nBefore he knew it, Sid was naked with Greta hunched over him, aggressively nipping at his neck. Her soft hand felt blindly for his cock.\n\n\"Get it up and let's play,\" she whispered into his ear.\n\n\"Uh... sorry. I guess I had a few too many.\" Sid turned a shade redder. He knew he should be at full attention.\n\n\"Don't worry. We can fix that.\" She once again slid down Sid.\n\nThe fox felt a cool breeze as Greta blew lightly. Then that moist tongue she had just kissed him with.\n\n\"Wait. Um... could you maybe use your hands to... wake it up?\" Sid doubted he could have sounded any stranger.\n\n\"Whatever you want, hot stuff,\" _it's your dime_.\n\nSid closed his eyes. He pictured himself from last night. Naked standing in front of Glen. He remembered the feel of Glen's paw tugging roughly at his rod, forcing pleasure out of utter embarrassment.\n\nThe vixen stopped. At some point she'd put a rubber on Sid's member.\n\nWordlessly she resumed straddling him. Sid felt the warm, wet embrace through his condom.\n\nSid ran his hands up the female's stomach. He cupped her breasts as she bounced up and down on him.\n\nGreta was shrieking affirmations. \"You are a stud! Harder! Harder, you fucking beast!\"\n\nSid closed his eye's again wondering what sex with Glen would be like.\n\n_Focus, you freak!_he admonished himself. And in an aggression born of self-contempt, he began thrusting his hips upward. Squeezing her breasts\u0026nbsp; more forcefully and bringing a moan from Greta's lips.\n\nSid spasmed as he climaxed. Out of breath and sleepy. Greta rolled off of him. Her arm came to rest across his chest. She leaned in giving his neck another playful bite.\n\n\"You were great,\" she cooed.\n\nSid opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her. There were no feelings in her eyes and Sid doubted she could find any in his. \"You don't mind if I don't walk you back?\"\n\nTo his surprise Greta did not mind. \"After that performance, I'd be surprised if you _could_walk.\" She smiled and patted his chest. \"Take care of yourself, Sid,\" she said leaving.\n\nSid pulled the blanket over and went to sleep.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\n8\n\nIt felt like a Sunday. Glen had been up since whatever ungodly hour his internal clock was set for. Sid managed to stay in a dreamless sleep until almost nine. Then came the deep roar of the grizzly calling him to make breakfast.\n\nHe blurrily shambled into the kitchen. \"Morning, Glen,\" he said.\n\nThe bear grunted without taking his eyes from his phone.\n\nWhile Sid was cooking, Glen asked, \"how'd it go last night?\"\n\nSid shrugged. \"Good.\" He did not want to talk about it.\n\nThe bear persisted. \"I want details, boy.\"\n\nSid sighed. There was no point in resisting. \"It was strange. She was into me and all... I just...\" he shrugged again.\n\nA little angrier than Sid thought was warranted, Glen growled, \"the bitch _didn't_screw you?\"\n\n\"No, no! We fucked. I just didn't enjoy it like I thought I should.\"\n\nGlen went back to his phone. \"That happens. But you keep satisfying me and you might get another shot.\"\n\nMost of that lazy Sunday was enjoyed in front of Glen's high definition large screen television. Sid wanted to watch low budget horror flicks but Glen decided on binge watching some apparently popular tv show that Sid had never heard of.\n\nSmall talk was kept casual. Talk of interests and tastes, mostly. Glen dodged a few questions about what his job was. Aside from that, it was just a normal day.\n\nAs the day wore into evening an almost Pavlovian response of growing unease built up inside of Sid. A knot formed in his stomach.\n\nThe episode ended and Glen exaggerated a yawn, draping his arm over Sid.\n\nThe fox was motionless. He was sure Glen deserved whatever he wanted from him, but that belief did little to alleviate the fear.\n\n\"Let's go in the kitchen,\" Glen whispered. He stood and motioned for the fox to go first.\n\nSid found himself cornered. Granite counter tops pressed on the base of his spin as the bear closed in on him.\n\n\"Get those off,\" he pointed at the shirt and pants Sid was wearing.\n\nSid nodded and slipped out of his clothes. He was fast and hoped that the effort was evident.\n\n\"I'm guessing you've never had anal.\"\n\n\"W-w-what?\" Sid always assumed this would come up, but he really wished Glen would have waited a few weeks.\n\n\"My, my, foxy. We are popping your cherries left and right,\" laughed Glen.\n\nSid attempted a prayer as Glen stepped out of his pants. That thick dick was growing. \"Please, Glen, be gentle,\"\u0026nbsp; the fox whimpered.\n\n\"It's going to hurt. But I'll let you wet my cock. That might make it slide in with less effort.\"\n\nSid was horrified at that. He sank to his knees with another plaintive whimper. Staring straight at him was that thick rod. He was almost certain it was bigger than his first estimate. Pre was beginning to leak.\n\nSid leaned in and pressed his tongue to that salty discharge. He would not even try fitting the bear in his mouth, but worked his tongue over every inch of it. He tried to spread the pre and leave a film of drool. The task left him gagging.\n\n\"Up,\" said Glen.\n\nThe grizzly roughly spun the fox around and bent him over the counter.\n\n\"Nooo,\" moaned Sid. His tail tucked itself between his legs.\n\nThe bear leaned over him, his gut pressing down on Sid's back. \"Suck,\" commanded Glen, and three fingers were pushed into the fox's mouth.\n\nSid sucked as best he could. As quick as the entered, they were pulled out. Sid had no time to wonder about it , as the next sensation was Glen's weight lifting off him and a wet digit running up and his ass cheek.\n\nSid groaned.\n\nThe bear raised Sid's tail, pinning it to his back with one hand. The fox shuddered when the wet finger started sliding from his sack up his to his hole. Teasing the tight pucker with small amounts of pressure.\n\n\"Relax, Sid,\" said the deep whisper.\n\nThe finger thrust in. Sid shrieked and tried to clench. God, no! Sid bit his lip to keep from yelling his objections to this violation.\n\nSid bit down harder as he felt Glen push in a second digit and start to twist them. He tasted blood.\n\nGlen pressed down on him again to get closer to the fox's ear. \"This will hurt.\"\n\n\"Please don't,\" whined Sid.\n\nHe felt the thick bear fingers pull out only to be replaced with Glen's spit soaked cock. Just the head at first. Sid was completely pinned between Glen and the unyielding kitchen counter. He thrashed his arms, searching for anything to grab but knocking over bowl of fruit instead.\n\nThe grizzly pushed deeper at a maddeningly slow pace. Sid could feel himself being ripped wider. \"_Ssstop_!\" he hissed. the pain radiated up his back like an electric shock.\n\nThe bear pushed in the last few inched. Sid gasped in shallow breaths. The pain stuck like a barbed knife.\n\nGlen pulled out. The fox's hole was stretched beyond capacity. Glen gave a bone shattering roar and drove deep.\n\nSid let loose an ear splitting shriek. His hands clawing at the smooth granite.\n\nThe struggle only excited Glen more. He began pumping his hips. Sid thought his insides were getting speared.\n\nUnder that pounding pain Sid had the strangest sensation of pleasure he had ever experienced. The bear's pulsating cock was rubbing against nerves and glands Sid had no idea even existed. Like someone fondling his dick from within. Even having his pelvic bone rammed into the counter did not stop him from getting an erection.\n\nHe did not get to enjoy it for long. Glen's manic thrusting was beginning to create a burning sensation. Sid's spit was not enough to counteract the friction.\n\nKnowing the futility of his pleas, Sid could only moan in desperation. He shut his eyes tight and wished for it to end.\n\nThe jack-hammering picked up in speed and force. Sid's head was almost slammed into the wall as his impaled ass was rammed again. He could feel liquid running down the inside of his legs.\n\nGlen dug his claws into Sid's shoulder. It elicited only a small whimper from the exhausted fox. With Sid properly braced, the bear shot his load and practically collapsed forward onto the fox.\n\nSid felt like he was getting cut in half. The warm mass of Glen's belly bore down where Sid was bent over the counters edge. Breathing was hard but it took his mind off the pulsating wood still lodged in his ruined asshole.\n\nThe panting grizzly took a moment to catch his breath then drew his member out of Sid. \"_Fuck_,\" observed Glen. There was blood.\n\nSid started to slide off the counter. Glen caught him. \"That wasn't too bad, now, was it?\"\n\nSid groaned.\n\n\"Just stand in the shower for a minute. You need to drain.\"\n\nSid lowered his head and waddled toward the bathroom, trying not to let his legs close.\n\nGlen watched the leaking jizz and blood that matted the inside\u0026nbsp; of Sid's thighs. It dd not look like he was hemorrhaging, so Glen saw no need to take the fox to a hospital.\n\nSoon the apartment filled with the sounds of television and running water.\n\n\\*\\*\\*  \n9\n\nIt was a rough night for the fox. He could not sleep on his back for obvious reasons, but his stomach hurt to much to comfortably sleep face down.\n\nGlen was already gone when he finally got up. He smiled knowing the bear could have woken him to cook breakfast but let him sleep. Were these feelings towards Glen a two way street, he wondered.\n\nHe found on the kitchen table a note propped against the fern on the center of it.\n\nSid,\n\nYou looked like you could use some sleep. I'll try to call after lunch. There's a plate of spam in the microwave.\n\n\"I guess, 'thanks for the great sex' is implied,\" grumbled Sid.\n\nAfter piling a small hill of pillows before the couch, he gingerly lowered himself, wincing, to enjoy a plate of cold spam and a generous helping of bad television.\n\nThis is heaven, thought the fox. But reconsidered quickly after a twinge of pain reminded him of last night's ordeal.\n\nAs a talk show featuring a possum couple shouting at each other over why their son was born with the ears of a rabbit and a cotton puff of a tail, Sid reflected on how things were going.\n\nSex with Glen was a little on the dangerous side and he doubted he could ever come to enjoy it, but the grizzly was a really nice under that gruff exterior.\n\nThe show's host was now giving the camera a bemused look as security pried apart the fighting marsupials.\n\nThe sex... thought Sid. That was the hardest part (he snickered at his own innuendo). A fur can get used to anything, he tried to assure himself. Some practice and some time. The first time was always painful, he'd heard a girl say. He could not see it becoming any more painful.\n\nThe talk show host was now bringing out a heavily tattooed hare wearing baggy pants that sagged to his knees and a sweat stained wife-beater.\n\n\"I think I handled it pretty good,\" Sid said to himself. \"It's not like I cried a lot, this time.\"\n\nThe talk show host ducked as a chair sailed over him, knocking the camera over.\n\n\"Am I his boyfriend?\" Saying that aloud was a bit of a shock to Sid. \"No way in hell I'm his girlfriend. Still have some fucking pride.\"\n\nThe television displayed a \"technical difficulties\" graphic.\n\nSid gave a humorless laugh at how aptly that described how he was feeling.\n\nNoon found Sid leaning over the kitchen table staring at his phone.\n\n\"Boooored,\" he howled.\n\nHe carried the phone back and forth around the apartment in a quest to find something to do. Things were spotless. Supper was ready for the oven. There was nothing on the thousands of channels. Glen's laptop had a password lock. He was out of money and not feeling up to a long walk. And by two, Glen had not called.\n\nSid was finding the domestic life rather dull.\n\nWhile dinner was cooking the fox had an idea to get a part time job for during the day. With the nice clothes Glen bought him, a working phone number and no longer being on the verge of starvation, Sid figured he might have a chance even with the recession.\n\nIf he could convince Glen, that is. The fox hated to think of himself as anyone's bitch, but it would be wise to get the bear's permission. Why tempt fate?\n\nSid rehearsed numerous scenarios for when Glen got home. Most revolved around showing him how beneficial it would be. Sid would offer him most of the money, it would not come close to paying half the rent, but he might appreciate the effort. And he would assure the bear that it would in no way interfere with his current duties.\n\nMuch of his rehearsals ended with him whining about how bored he was getting during the day. An alternative approach would be to ask Glen during a blow job. How could he say no to someone sucking his dick, Sid wondered.\n\nIn the end, Sid opted for a subtle approach. Maybe some reverse psychology. Ideally, Glen would order Sid to get a job.\n\nThe sound of keys turning the lock. Glen entered.\n\n\"Hi!\" The fox greeted him.\n\nGlen grunted an acknowledgment.\n\nSid plated the dinner and held off as long as he could. \"Glen, um, could I get, like a part time job?\"\n\n\"You already have a job as my little fuck-toy.\"\n\nSid blushed. Not just from embarrassment. \"I... There's nothing to do all day. I... miss you.\" That surprised the bear enough for him to put down a forkful of baked potato.\n\nSid was a little surprised himself. Did I mean what I just said? he thought.\n\nThe fox intended to take full advantage of Glen being off balance.\n\n\"Just something to keep me busy while you're away. You can have the money I make if you want.\" Sid studied his plate and wished he could stop the flow of blood to his face.\n\n\"Really?\" asked Glen.\n\n\"Y-yeah. It won't be much. I don't think I could find anything above minimum wage-\"\n\n\"Not that. You '_miss_' me?\"\n\n_Damn it, Glen, let it go_. Sid shrugged. \"Yeah,\" he said bashfully.\n\n\"Ok.\"\n\n\"I can get a job?\" Subconsciously Sid did not think Glen would go for it.\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\nSid grinned. His tail swished out the back of his chair. He needed to do something before he got emotional.\n\nThe fox stood and offered to get Glen another stake. \"I'll go downtown tomorrow. Those burger joints are always birding people to mop floors and shit.\"\n\nThe fox was behind him at the stove. \"I could get you a job at my company. It pays a lot more than minimum wage.\"\n\nFor the first time, Sid saw Glen jump as he lean over an planted a kiss on the grizzly's cheek.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Circumstance","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/787105-circumstance-part-2.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/793584-circumstance-part-4.json"}}