South Paw Subs (1)
This Is my first yiffy story... so tell me what you think of it. I hope to do some more in this series and any Suggestions would be great.
For purposes of privacy and humbuggery the names in this story have been changed from those of the beings they are based upon to protect their precious "Innocence".
Disclaimer: you must be 18 blah blah blah...... you all know the drill.
BUZZZZZZZBUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZBUZZZZZZZZZ! James started awake and slammed a closed fist down onto his alarm clock. The buzzing stopped. "Gods... I gotta fix that thing..." he yawned and stretched, his soft Grey fur bristling in the chill air of his bedroom. He stood, tossing the quilt to the other side of the bed. "Damn, six already?" he grumbled and wandered from his room and into the bathroom across the hall. James ran his paw through his mop of thick black hair. He glanced into the mirror and observed the young bat that stood staring back at him. James was a rather tall (strangely so for his normally short species, nearly 6' 3"!!) and handsome Bat. His soft leathery wings were folded behind his broad muscled shoulders. James had been on his college's football team and grew to be well muscled and well proportioned. But after a knee injury and his lack of faith in modern surgery he had quit and begun his party days. James was a party bat and this was accentuated by the neon green star designs he'd dyed onto the back of his large ears in the thick grey fur. He grinned revealing his long slender canines and ticked a claw over them, then picked up his toothbrush and spread on some toothpaste. he thought as he scrubbed away. He had to look decent.
About thirty minutes later James stepped out of his front door dressed in a pair of faded loose fitting black jeans and a red tee shirt which read "Contender" on the back. He looked down to the lip of the pocket on the right side of his jeans, well more at the small bat design emblazoned in purple just below. "Heh... lucky pants..." he muttered as he set out on the two mile walk to Southpaw Subs. "Gods, why do I have to show up so damned early?" he muttered as the wind rustled his hair. He tucked his large ears back and sighed softly. Watching his shoes hit the pavement as he walked he began to wonder what it would be like working there. Southpaw subs was a theme restaurant based on boxers and named for the famed boxing stance, the Southpaw. They served subs, like subway or anywhere else but they had all sorts of boxing memorabilia, Famous boxers' shorts, gloves and even teeth. That was an oddity. But anyhow the place was rather successful and it had brought up some other branches in the surrounding cities. Of course with a name like southpaw and the city of Osphea being predominantly populated by Furrs there had been several jokes made by those who did not understand the origin of the restaurant's name. Such jokes were the kind you would find scrawled in a public restrooms stall. James shook his head and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. He glimpsed down at his watch and blinked "Shit! I'm late!" He set off running and then remembered a little factor. His wings. He blinked and thought himself a fool as he spread the leathery appendages and flapped once twice and a third time finally leaving the ground and taking to the air. The next three minutes went without event until he set down in front of his new workplace. He pushed his windblown mop into some semblance of order and walked in through the glass door. A young fox looked up to him from behind the counter. "Oh hey... I'm Jack, and you must be James..." he took a look at James and blinked "Wow... they told me you were a big guy... but damn, you Are big... for a bat that is." James shot Jack a Skeptical Glance "I've seen Bigger foxes..." Jack chuckled and smiled "You're right I shouldn't talk. C'mon back and we'll get you an apron." James smiled dryly and followed Jack into the back room. This would prove interesting.
A few hours later James plopped down on a small step ladder and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his paw. Jennifer shot him a concerned glance. "You O.K. Hamez?" He looked up and blinked "I'm sorry what? Ha- wait what?" she smiled and chuckled softly. "It's the Spanish pronunciation of James." He blinked. "Oh... well I'm just a little tired... who knew feeding Furrs could be so tiring?" he blinked and shook his head. Jenn just gave a little laugh and carried some containers of meat out to the main line. As she left James slipped his headphones on and clicked on his little C.D. player. He decided he liked Jenn she was nice enough and not as uptight as jack or Lynn. Jack, Jenn, and Lynn were the assistant managers and in the mornings most of the three showed up to oversee the slicing of deli meats and the portioning of bread and condiments. Jenn was probably the nicest of the three. Jenn was young mare just a few years older than James but still in college and thus still in his field of play. James smiled at this thought. Jen was definitely good looking. Her pert C cup breasts, curvaceous hips, and long perfect legs were three qualities that caught most male's glances. She could definitely turn some heads. But other than these traits she had beautiful soft brown fur, like a cup of coffee with just a little half and half, her big almond shaped brown eyes always seemed so filled with emotion and were undeniably lovely in their own right. James decided he'd keep an eye on Jenn and any other employees that caught his eye. Suddenly a spotted and claws hand slammed down on the table in front of him. James snapped from his reverie to see Lynn, the tiny feline assistant manager. Lynn Was an older worker, bordering forty and not the best looking calico James had ever seen. He hit the pause button on his C.D. player. "Yes Lynn?" She looked at him tapping her foot impatiently. "Don't you know your break's over? Get out there Jenn needs your help!" he glanced out the door to the main line where a group of customers impatiently grumbled about the time it took to make their subs. James sighed and stood slipping on a pair of latex gloves and heading for the line. "Back to work." He muttered.
Around five that evening as he and Jenn left, and the nightshift took over, James turned to Jenn and gave a weak smile. "Damn... what a day..." he smiled and she turned "Get used to it Hamez, Lyn makes the schedules and she loves giving long hours to newbies so they can 'Practice.'" His smile faded and he seriously thought about lying down and just sleeping in the parking lot. "Hey, hang in there..." Jenn said. She was standing right next to him now. How had that happened? He wondered, he hadn't noticed her get any closer to him. He smiled "oh I'll hang in there. I'm a bat... hanging is in my blood." His reference to the feral bats of world brought a bit of a smile to jenn's face "well I know it can be rough..." she smiled and gave him a quick hug before walking over to her car. "See You Tomorrow!" she called as she opened her door. He smiled and waved before taking a few steps and disappearing into the night air for his flight home. The streets were never safe in this town after dark and he thought flight would be much easier than walking. As he flapped his way home James thought about that hug. There had been more to it than one would see just passing by. Jenn and pressed herself into him, their hips had met, if only briefly, and he distinctly remembered the feel as her soft pert breasts had pressed into his chest. She was either teasing him or had some interest in him. He set down in front of his apartment and unlocks the door, quickly stepping inside and shutting out the cold.
The Next day was a Saturday and as always a day for James to work out. You see he feared that upon leaving the football team his muscular build would turn to fat as he had seen happen to some of his team mates. So three days out of every wee James would go down to his basement and work out. He'd set up a fairly nice gym down there. In the corners where a few basic free weights and bars but in the center of the dimly lit room there was a large punching bag connected to the ceiling by a chain and to the floor by the same means. James flipped on the stereo and bobbed his head as an electric guitar lead the intro to one of his favorite work out songs. As soon as the drum line came in James let fly a swift punch that left a dent in the bag and shook the bracings. What followed could be described as a flurry of wild punches and powerful kicks. James worked his way around the bag for the duration of the eight minute song and as the final strains of the guitar faded out James sat down on a weight bench and splashed a cup of cool tap water on his face. And so it went for the next three hours, James would work then free weights and do aerobics until exhaustion threatened to take him. He smiled weakly and flexed his arm feeling the ache in his muscles and nodding approvingly. James crawled his way up the stairs and stripped down. He somehow found his way to the bathroom and flopped down in the tub turning the hot water on and filling the basin with steamy water. He sighed and sank down into the warm comfort the water offered him. He closed his eyes and sleep took him quickly. About an hour or so later James awoke to the ding-dong of his front door bell. He groaned and rose from the bath quickly showering the dirty bathwater from his fur in the shower and drying hastily. James wrapped a towel around his waist and dragged himself to the front door. He looked through the peep hole and saw Jenn standing, shivering out in the cold. She wore a simple black skirt and a brown hoodie. James blinked and opened the door for her quickly. "Jenn what are you... Come in, out of the cold." She jumped inside and he snapped the door shut behind her trying to keep the chill from his damp fur. Jenn Turned and started to apologize for showing up when unexpected but stopped at the sight of the half naked bat before her. Her turned her way and blinked "so... not to be rude but... why are you here?" she looked a little confused for a moment but snapped back to reality in a moment. "Oh yeah... Lynn wanted me to drop off your uh... Name tag and C.D. Player... you left them at work yesterday and she found them today so I just brought them." He blinked "How did you find my house?" Jenn smiled "It's in your application records." He smiled "I admire your ingenuity..." he turned and carried his stuff to the kitchen, setting it on the counter. Jen was just about to walk out the door when she heard James call out "Do you want something warm to drink? It's a little chilly out there!" she smiled and walked to the kitchen. "Sounds good... got any cocoa?" he smiled and but some water on the stove to boil. "Have a seat..." James disappeared into his bedroom and emerged a few minutes later clad only in a pair of pajama bottoms. Jen took a moment to admire his physique and the way those pajama's fit his bum. James fixed them two cups of cocoa and set hers before her. "Here you go mademoiselle..." he smiled and sipped his cocoa.
Two hours and four cups of Cocoa later Jenn decided she needed to get home. James walked her to the door and smiled "You have a car right?" he asked. "Sure it's right across the street... Why?" he blinked "Well this neighbor hood is not the safest at night..." She smiled and punch him in the arm playfully, he feigned pain, "I'll be fine Hamez..." and with that she hopped out the door. James watched her go and admired the way the skirt fit her ass and the way her hips swayed as she walked. Jenn got to her car safely enough but as she began to unlock her door a pair of unrecognizable Furrs approached her. From where James stood he could tell she didn't know them and that they weren't just looking for spare change for a pay phone. He saw her hand come up to strike one of them and he saw the glint of a knife in the dull light afforded by a nearby street lamp. James leapt through his front door and sprinted the forty yards to the two. In football James had ran a 3.8 40 and could still manage that speed when needed. He let fly a punch that sent the Furr with the knife, a young wolf, to the ground unconscious. However as he fell his knife hit James' Forearm and gashed him pretty bad. James, however, was too wired by adrenaline to notice. He spun to the other Furr and drove a fist forward to land a clean hit in the fox's chest, knocking the legs from under and the wind from his lungs. The fox fell limp, twitching every now and then. James turned to Jenn who looked at his dark form somewhat shocked at the speed he'd taken the two down just mumbled some unintelligible dialogue. James began to feel a stinging in his left forearm and looked down to see the long gash running down it and blood spilling from it at an impressive rate. "Huh... one of the bastards got me..." he looked to Jenn who blinked and looked to the cut. "Oh My God!" she cried as she rushed him back into the house. "Whoa... what's the rush?" Asked James, the Adrenaline still numbing the pain. "You are bleeding... bad... we've got to close that gash." She fumbled around in his Kitchen Cabinets, finally finding an ace bandage and some gauze. She wrapped the gash tightly and managed to stem the flow of blood. "You need to go to the hospital..." she said. James yanked his arm from her grasp "No!" he narrowed his eyes "Why the Hell Not?!" she asked. He looked at her and blinked. "I don't trust modern medicine exceeding vaccinations or medication." He grinned "No stitches..." she sighed "fine... whatever... At least go sit down..." she lead him to the living room and pushed him down into a sitting chair. "Now stay there... I'll get you some kool-aid and a cookie." James blinked "What?" "It helps your body make new blood... they give it to blood donors..." he nodded... it did make sense.
Jen returned carrying a cup and a paper towel with two Oreos in it. "Here... partake bitch." He chuckled and sipped the kool-aid. He popped one of the Oreos into his mouth and chewed on the cookie. Jenn Meanwhile went to the front window and locked her car with its remote control. She took off her hoodie and set it on the kitchen counter. Underneath her hoodie she had been wearing a red halter top that accentuated her round breasts. She walked back into the living room to see James leaning back in the chair his glass empty and sitting on the coffee table. James' eyes were closed but he still heard her enter. "You don't have to stay; I can take care of myself." Jenn just chuckled. What a perfect time to mess with him. She strode forward and plopped down on his lap grinding her bum into his groin. "You sure?" she purred. James' eyes shot open and he looked to the sexy mare sitting in his lap and grinding on his cock that, incidentally, was not that limp anymore. She felt the sudden rise through his thin pajamas and smiled "You're absolutely sure you can take care of yourself?" she leaned back into him and took his hand in hers guiding it to her tummy and up to her firm breasts. She placed his hand on one of them and squeezed lightly. James could feel her nipple harden and felt his cock grow a bit more. She ground her ass into him and he groaned. "uhhhh... what brought this on?" she blinked and stood turning to face him. "You don't like it? Fine." She acted as if to walk away but James stopped her with a call that sounded sincerely edged with need. "No! No... I might need to be taken care of..." she grinned and slinked back over to him. "Huh... well..." she looked down to the considerable Bulge in the bottoms. "I see something that needs to be taken care of..." James blinked and began to say something when he was silenced by her soft hand slipping down to caress the bulge of his cock through his pajamas. Jenn knelt in front of him and unbuttoned the front of his pajamas and pulling out his growing member. She gasped, Jenn knew James was a big guy but she didn't expect him to be so... well endowed. Before her sat a black 9 inch cock, And it was still getting bigger! She gave it a few slow strokes and soon it was fully engorged, 11 inches of Thick throbbing cock. James looked down to her, the loss of blood and the sudden Erection draining him slightly. "I was gonna say... it was big..." he muttered. Jenn smiled this was a treat. She hadn't been with many big guys but she certainly loved them big. "Mmmmmmm... Hamez... why didn't you share this with me earlier?" she leaned forward and kissed the head smiling as pre dribbled from the tip. She lapped it up and began stroking his meat. Pre began to drip in a small stream and she capped the head of his cock with her soft plush lips. He groaned and placed a large hand on the back of her head. Jenn reached down with her free hand and began rubbing her clit through her panties. She moaned softly around James' cock and he thrust up into her muzzle softly. She moaned again and he pushed her head down on his cock farther. She loved every second of it. Loved being dominated but still being in control of the situation. She swallowed the mouthful of pre and gave a muffled moan. He pulled her head back and pushed her head back down thrusting into her muzzle. She sucked him and swirled her tongue about the member invading her mouth. The hand she had been stroking him with cupped and squeezed his balls and the hand she'd been rubbing her clit with slipped inside her panties and she began to finger herself with need. James groaned, her warm Mouth was nearly too much for him as he fucked her pretty face. He tried to hold out but as she continued masturbating and moaning around his cock he found it was too much. He pushed her head down on his dick and thrust upwards. Jen moaned and swallowed around his cock as she deep throated him. James Groaned and Came hard, Gouts of cum splashing her insides. She tried to swallow all of it but it was just too much and she finally pulled herself off of his still Cumming cock. James groaned as he saw her come up and her pretty face get hit with a jet of his steamy cum. Rope after hot rope shot onto her face and shirt, soaking through to her tits. And through all this she stroked his cock with both hands pleading him to cover her face with his Cum. He had problem obliging the Sexy little cum slut as she wrapped her warm mouth about his cock once more swallowing all she could before she had to pull off again and get hit with another steamy rope of cum. But all good things must end and so his orgasm subsided. He breathed heavily and looked down to Jenn who had removed her shirt and was rubbing his cum into her tits. "mmmmm... Well I bet you feel better... thanks for the smoothie." She chuckled and James managed a weak laugh before passing out from the loss of blood and taxing orgasm. Jen smiled and kissed his cheek with her cum covered lips, leaving a rather sloppy mark. "Sweet Dreams... now where is your washing machine..." Jen stayed only long enough to was her shirt and clean her facial fur. Then she was off home. she decided mentally.